Paradox Nexus: King of Swords

Gathering of the Kings
The rush of blinding white light engulfed his vision as the torrent of chaotic energies faded past him whilst traveling through the nexus. It was... he had no reference to describe it. Shukuchi was instantaneous, this however, this phenomena was something else entirely. It was like walking along a road, blinded, deafened, and with each step you're balance was lost. He knew not of how long he traveled, direction was meaningless, time... was meaningless. All he could do was to simply travel along the path, if you could call it that, of the paradox nexus.

To his more acute senses it was as though they had been stripped bare, revealing everything and nothing at once. Each sense he felt was like a tiny fragment of a greater intense sensation, layered on top of one another, and stacked until the weight of it buried him in a sensory overload. It was exquisite and pleasant, horrific and agonizing, he felt thousand, if not millions of emotions, each as intense as one would describe a first love. Abruptly it all came to an end and his senses came rushing back to him, and the world suddenly filled his perceptions.

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In this world, all too similar to his own, Kurosaki Ichigo rose up against the darkness that would have been the reign of Sosuke Aizen. But in the shadows of that tyranny other forces were at work. But in the wake of his war and tyranny, was the hidden shadow of the moon. An form even more powerful and heinous than Aizen himself. He would once again rise up, only to be vanquished by the combined forces of the white demon and king of the moon. History is like a river and while the names and faces have changed, the ache of war remains the same. At the dawn of a new moon a climatic battle will take place for the fate of this world. But a force beyond the precepts of space and time would see all that this creation be undone.

In the star lit sky above Northern Rukongai, reality fought against a battle it had no hope of winning against. Paradoxical forces tore into its space, rending the fabric of reality apart, eliciting an agonizing groan that like a shockwave rippled outward. Bright scintillating hues of light burst outward the eroding cracks of reality until chaos itself finally shattered those feeble defenses. From within this white void stood a figure illuminated by the light, wreathed in a power not of this world. And just like that, in the instant he stepped out of the chaotic maelstrom, it vanished, as though it had never existed.

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I was in Rukongai. For a moment I could scarcely believe it. It looked the same... felt the same, but I knew that it was not. It was small things really, a building here, a sign there, different than my own. All it took was a moment, and I could see everything, hear everything, smell, taste and touch it, this world was at the cusp of all of my senses, and I couldnt help but consume it whole. It had felt like eons since I last saw anything, experienced anything. What I had felt... thought I had felt while in that corridor was nothing compared to the real thing, it might as well have been an illusion, a fabrication of the mind, but no substance.

I was jolted out of my fugue-state by the overwhelming presence of death, and hollow. Shinigami were scrambling in the streets, fire's burned in the distance, and monsters of the white sands waged war against heaven. But none of that was important, none of that mattered in the wake of what could have only been that which I've come to detest.

Paradox.

It was like a taint at the edge of one's mind, it had no scent but foul all the same. I detected its approach, like a parasite it had latched onto someone... something that was quickly moving this way. I paid no heed to the battles fought below me. Their lives, their dreams, their very existence rendered naught all because of an event beyond their comprehension. I would have wished to join forces and clash against the coming darkness, but my battle lay elsewhere. With no more effort than one would take a single step, I crossed the distance between this....vector and I instantaneously.

When my vision came to, before me was a man whose name I knew though I had never once met him. His story, and the praises of his songs echoed in my ears, as a history not my own played before me. Here desperately trying to save his own world from certain destruction was none other than....

"Raian Getsueikirite..." I began with a wistful smile. "It is an honor to finally meet you. My name is Kenshin Yagami, and I am the one who will kill this day." The words tasted like ash, but my course was set. He had to die.