Alcor walked along the corrupted worlds of the Kloseg. The hands of the damned reached out to his limbs for salvation, but none was granted. These worlds sang in the arms of death, in one singular voice : THE Voice. The one that sat in the blood red tower. The fractal energies seeped into other possibilities and realities, bleeding like a wounded animal.
His presence did not go unnoticed. The Kloseg did not take long to find him, and quickly surrounded him. When they did, and tried to contain him, he tried to speak to them.
"Who goes there? The ghosts of man who have befell from my bare hands and the sands of time? The Kloseg with no names have surrounded me, and will never have a name. I am Alcor, The one-many Chorus! Bow to my name, for I was here before the many Kloseg were born! BEFORE THERE WAS LUCIFER, I AM!"
As he said this, The Kloseg cornered him, and Alcor did what he did best. From the depths of time, his Guando came to his hands. Infused with his Symphonic energy, time became malleable to his will.
The many Kloseg had no chance against his mastery of Symphony, or any other power. They attacked him with physical force.
Alcor swung his Guando, and a slash of energy swept a Kloseg away into time before they could resist. He generated a bubble of Symphony, slowing reality around him. He used Fractal and Symphonic energy to unlock the past pattern of corruption, and peeled the feathers of chaos, and unleashed their will as daggers of time and evolution. The affected Kloseg exploded in possibility; vines ever-expanding erupted from their wounds and empaled their brothers in arms, entangling them in time and chaos forever.
Alcor continued his journey through the shadow-planes and war moons filled with the Kloseg and the damned and veiled species from thousands of thousands of worlds. Death echoed through the echoes of the puppets of the Entity.
Along his seemingly infinite time in the shadow worlds, he found a very strange world, similar to his. There were trees and wildlife teeming through the darkness. Someone was fighting the corruption. He wasn't the first one to arrive.
In the forest there was a cabin, and living inside was the Kloseg he was looking for.
He met the ally outside of the cabin, as he was collecting wood for the fire.
"Kloseg, I come in peace," Alcor said as he put away his weapon. "Are you the one who fights against your own?"
"You are correct. I have been expecting you, Alcor. My name is Trycor, and I have seen through the Dark Lie."
"May I come inside your humble abode? We might have much to discuss,"
"I am afraid not, Alcor. We have barely any time left. The battle of the Ages is coming, and no one is prepared,"
"Explain,"
"My old master's plans are older than my race, and fouler than I imagined. He is on the verge of a timeless victory against his twin. He plans on taking every world, but usurping the most powerful to his side, and enslaving the rest. You were the first to rebel. You have angered him, and now he comes for all of existence all at once, across all worlds and timelines. His pieces are falling into place,"
"Then we must leave now, Are you ready?"
"No, I must bring the others. Our numbers as rebels exceed your imagination dear Alcor."
"Then we must search for them, and bring them to the fronts of war."
"And war there shall be,"
