((If you weren't paying attention to the OOC, this is an official GM intervention message. Asura's post is rendered inert, as he performed an instakill, using a Deus Ex Machina, as well as his method of attack making no sense. Until his post is edited into something acceptable, it is to be ignored. Teo, as you have already reacted to this post, I would recommend you edit your post slightly. I like the idea of attempting to reverse-engineer 5, however, so if you want to work out a way to do something like that, feel free to PM me. My goal is not to kill you guys, it's to create a cool story.))

Using her foresight, Kaos had already sensed that some great force of ill will was moving. Dark omens lay in the future, and without heroes to slay the darkness, there was no doubt that the multiverse would be plunged into blackness. Her intervention had become necessary, and while it had taken a while, she had been able to predict where the Omegans would move next. It was clear they were following some pattern, although even she could not discern exactly what they were doing, nor why she could feel the strings of fate changing their course.

As she arrived on this cold winter planet, suddenly, it was as if something burst into her head, screaming and clawing. And yet, even as she grasped her skull, gathering her will for a counterattack, she felt a strange serenity pass through her. Her vision seemed to fog and swirl, as before her very eyes, the fabric of the future and past seemed to intertwine. Thoughts and images passed through her, and she looked into the center of the fabric. There, she saw a brightness, an unspeakably terrifying light.

Ten minutes later, Kaos awoke in the snow. Her body was covered in frost, her blood was freezing. It wouldn't be long like this before she died simply from the environment. But, despite this predicament, there were greater things to worry about. What had she seen? It was almost as if time had ceased to function, for just that moment. Something was severely wrong.

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He could feel it. Pulsing beneath his feet, writhing and screaming against the pressure, the Infinity Shackle. It was here, it had always been here, every single time. Beneath him, the snow moved out of the way, the ice shattered and shifted, a hole forming. And, meters beneath this layer of frost, was a thick layer of steel. In the center was a trap door, marked with bolts and bars. Time and space had corrupted this place, but then it always had been. It felt like mere moments had passed since he had last set foot on that steel surface, and seen the locks burst open before him. It would not be long before he walked within.

Soon, balance would fall, and the entire multiverse would be devoured into eternal destruction.