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"Attention to all citizens of StarSpace, an unidentified creature has been reported for causing havoc in the Space Exhibit Rooms. It is highly advised to leave the museum at this time. We will notify you online when the problem has been resolved."

An unidentified creature? Styra knew there was only one thing that could have triggered the announcement.

While she was thinking of a way to solve this situation, Flight put his hand on her left shoulder while looking around with concern. "We may as well end it here. It sucks that this is happening all of the sudden but we may as well go now."

Deep down, the guilt began to resurface and flood Styra's head. "Flight, I have to be honest. That unidentified creature is a chie from Perenorbius. It snuck onboard somehow. All I know is, I have to get it back there before it causes more trouble than it should," she replied insistently.

Even though Flight was surprised to learn that she wasn't the only survivor of the extinction, he understood what she meant. "Alright. Just get to the ship before 7:10 PM, so you have a little more time to figure this out. Otherwise, Nebules will probably call our end of the deal off. You know what he wants." Immediately after this, he left to get the ship ready for the trip back to Perenorbius while Styra began to pursue on finding the missing chie. She rushed through the crowds of people going in the opposite direction. This proved to be incredibly difficult as expected. Eventually, she found the vacant space exhibit rooms after recalling its location from the navigation screen guides earlier.

Unfortunately, the time was now 6:52 PM. After searching most of the area, it seemed as if all hope was lost, until something caught her eye amidst all of that. There was a small room with red and white caution tape blocking the entrance to prevent anyone from stepping on the broken tempered glass. On top of the slightly cut countertop display case, the chie was looking at Styra. As she moved past the caution tape to approach the small creature more closely, it communicated by moving a few steps from its previous position and nudging a large sheet of white fabric covering the wall. Styra felt even more suspicious about what was behind the sheet. She pulled it down only to reveal liquid starch plastered all over a deep cut in the wall. The cut had dark burning stains that had torn the wall apart. Suddenly, an unfamiliar booming sound could be heard in the museum, alerting Styra to head back to the ship. Attempting to grab the chie, she found herself unable to move. The chie just watched her. It was as if time had stood still. At that moment, an overwhelmingly huge shadow covered the vicinity of the room.

"You don't deserve the power you hold," said the dark anonymous figure.

Styra had never felt so paralyzed before. She couldn't even speak. Her physical body was frozen but her mind was still able to process everything happening at a normal rate. This alone, however, would not be enough to save her from the mysterious being that stared down with this threatening presence from the glaring brightness in its purple eyes. The giant entity wore a dark indigo armored suit which had an ancient spartan samurai design to it. In the middle of its chest, there was a source of white light that showed a strange symbol inside which could also be seen as an imprint on its shoulder pads. Other than that, their face was the epitome of darkness.

"My name is Amethion, Guardian Of Time. I am here to merely destroy you from existence. As a threat to the entirety of The Omniverse, the denial of your actions will cost you."

Styra was confused by this. She was not the culprit of whatever had happened here at the museum earlier. So why did this Amethion guy seize her? In frantic desperation, she began to fight within herself for some sort of movement so she could try and talk it out to Amethion. Regardless of her intent to resolve it, this plan failed.

As she struggled to break free, Amethion began to create a bright red ring below her with his mind. This was called The Paralysis Portal. It was one of the quicker doorways that allowed travel to the center of any multiverse. There was no way to know where she was going or what would happen, but she definitely could see being on the verge of possible death as an option. She was worried that Flight wouldn't have stood a chance against whatever she was dealing with. Nebules on the other hand could have seen this as an opportunity. Perenorbius would lose everything it once was just by imagining the thought of losing all of her memories there. To her, it was valuable, even if no one else thought it was. It didn't matter anymore. A feeling of anger began to gleam within her, unlike anything she had felt before.

While it was true that Amethion had already paralyzed her, The Paralysis Portal had the gravitational pull of about one thousand black holes. However, this did not prove effective enough to stutter Styra's intelligence. Flight talked about how the Dhuramis was able to control its bioluminescent antennae using muscles within its head to make them shine. That meant whatever was inside of her, she had to use it now to prevent anything bad from happening. The only problem was she was not able to garner enough strength through the stasis to activate it. After a split second into this thought, Amethion sent Styra into the Paralysis Portal.

Upon arrival, it was a red kaleidoscopic nightmare. The feeling of falling while paralyzed was enough to cause hallucinations to occur. In spite of that, the experience of being there felt like something else she had gone through earlier. It took away the feeling of fear and anger erupting inside her. Going at light speed onboard the STS-0. It was then that the glow in her eyes kicked in. Rather than getting tossed into the unknown, time within her began to change. Styra closed her eyes, calmly clenching her fists. She was now able to assess and control the portal itself.

Amethion was a good distance away from the portal that had already disappeared, observing the scathing mark on the wall. Then momentarily, a flashy noise began to catch his attention outside the room he was in. He looked back only to find Styra standing there, her eyes and fists still shut. She had escaped from inside the portal by overriding the recent destination with the new one she chose to enter. The silence between the both of them filled the entire museum. As soon as Styra opened her eyes, she charged at light speed towards Amethion with unhinged madness. In an instant, this caused her to come quite close. However, Amethion was interested after seeing the potential power that this mysterious being possessed from having escaped the portal. Knowing that, he was able to pause time from his perspective and walk up to the side of her without any causal effort. Upon observing, he noticed that the creature was blindly dashing at him without some form of a strategic move.

"Ludicrous," Amethion remarked in a deep intimidating voice. He stuck out his foot in front of Styra, causing her to recklessly crash through multiple walls before destroying the entrance of the Zuropa Museum, and falling headfirst into the middle of a busy intersection in the city. She began to have excessive blackouts as the gravity of the current situation made her feel different than usual. There were many scratches and wounds revealing that she was pretty bruised up, even with all of that power. For the first time, she had experienced actual physical pain. The glowing blood from inside her began to drip out from a few parts of her face, healing her skin as much as it could naturally. Regardless, it made her realize she had been more vulnerable as a result of brushing her skin like this against the hard ground. She glanced at Amethion strolling towards the intersection where she was at. Her sight began to blur while struggling to gain the fidelity to stand for herself.

Most people in the streets began to flee for their lives until they were a safe distance away from the area. Others hid in their homes, unable to do anything. Back on top of the parking facility where Flight was waiting for Styra, he noticed the time was 7:07 PM. This worried him. He looked back at the elevator, anticipating her to make it early at least. Unfortunately, a call began to buzz from within his mask. It was from Chief Boulderman himself who had sent a voice message. It said: "Flight, we need you to handle the unidentified invasion in the middle of the intersection between Zuropa Street and Tysar Avenue now. Reinforcements are attempting to be sent there to secure the area." Flight's gut feelings about the situation went sour. Styra was in trouble.

Description
"Attention to all citizens of StarSpace, an unidentified creature has been reported for causing havoc in the Space Exhibit Rooms. It is highly advised to leave the museum at this time. We will notify you online when the problem has been resolved."

An unidentified creature? Styra knew there was only one thing that could have triggered the announcement.

While she was thinking of a way to solve this situation, Flight put his hand on her left shoulder while looking around with concern. "We may as well end it here. It sucks that this is happening all of the sudden but we may as well go now."

Deep down, the guilt began to resurface and flood Styra's head. "Flight, I have to be honest. That unidentified creature is a chie from Perenorbius. It snuck onboard somehow. All I know is, I have to get it back there before it causes more trouble than it should," she replied insistently.

Even though Flight was surprised to learn that she wasn't the only survivor of the extinction, he understood what she meant. "Alright. Just get to the ship before 7:10 PM, so you have a little more time to figure this out. Otherwise, Nebules will probably call our end of the deal off. You know what he wants." Immediately after this, he left to get the ship ready for the trip back to Perenorbius while Styra began to pursue on finding the missing chie. She rushed through the crowds of people going in the opposite direction. This proved to be incredibly difficult as expected. Eventually, she found the vacant space exhibit rooms after recalling its location from the navigation screen guides earlier.

Unfortunately, the time was now 6:52 PM. After searching most of the area, it seemed as if all hope was lost, until something caught her eye amidst all of that. There was a small room with red and white caution tape blocking the entrance to prevent anyone from stepping on the broken tempered glass. On top of the slightly cut countertop display case, the chie was looking at Styra. As she moved past the caution tape to approach the small creature more closely, it communicated by moving a few steps from its previous position and nudging a large sheet of white fabric covering the wall. Styra felt even more suspicious about what was behind the sheet. She pulled it down only to reveal liquid starch plastered all over a deep cut in the wall. The cut had dark burning stains that had torn the wall apart. Suddenly, an unfamiliar booming sound could be heard in the museum, alerting Styra to head back to the ship. Attempting to grab the chie, she found herself unable to move. The chie just watched her. It was as if time had stood still. At that moment, an overwhelmingly huge shadow covered the vicinity of the room.

"You don't deserve the power you hold," said the dark anonymous figure.

Styra had never felt so paralyzed before. She couldn't even speak. Her physical body was frozen but her mind was still able to process everything happening at a normal rate. This alone, however, would not be enough to save her from the mysterious being that stared down with this threatening presence from the glaring brightness in its purple eyes. The giant entity wore a dark indigo armored suit which had an ancient spartan samurai design to it. In the middle of its chest, there was a source of white light that showed a strange symbol inside which could also be seen as an imprint on its shoulder pads. Other than that, their face was the epitome of darkness.

"My name is Amethion, Guardian Of Time. I am here to merely destroy you from existence. As a threat to the entirety of The Omniverse, the denial of your actions will cost you."

Styra was confused by this. She was not the culprit of whatever had happened here at the museum earlier. So why did this Amethion guy seize her? In frantic desperation, she began to fight within herself for some sort of movement so she could try and talk it out to Amethion. Regardless of her intent to resolve it, this plan failed.

As she struggled to break free, Amethion began to create a bright red ring below her with his mind. This was called The Paralysis Portal. It was one of the quicker doorways that allowed travel to the center of any multiverse. There was no way to know where she was going or what would happen, but she definitely could see being on the verge of possible death as an option. She was worried that Flight wouldn't have stood a chance against whatever she was dealing with. Nebules on the other hand could have seen this as an opportunity. Perenorbius would lose everything it once was just by imagining the thought of losing all of her memories there. To her, it was valuable, even if no one else thought it was. It didn't matter anymore. A feeling of anger began to gleam within her, unlike anything she had felt before.

While it was true that Amethion had already paralyzed her, The Paralysis Portal had the gravitational pull of about one thousand black holes. However, this did not prove effective enough to stutter Styra's intelligence. Flight talked about how the Dhuramis was able to control its bioluminescent antennae using muscles within its head to make them shine. That meant whatever was inside of her, she had to use it now to prevent anything bad from happening. The only problem was she was not able to garner enough strength through the stasis to activate it. After a split second into this thought, Amethion sent Styra into the Paralysis Portal.

Upon arrival, it was a red kaleidoscopic nightmare. The feeling of falling while paralyzed was enough to cause hallucinations to occur. In spite of that, the experience of being there felt like something else she had gone through earlier. It took away the feeling of fear and anger erupting inside her. Going at light speed onboard the STS-0. It was then that the glow in her eyes kicked in. Rather than getting tossed into the unknown, time within her began to change. Styra closed her eyes, calmly clenching her fists. She was now able to assess and control the portal itself.

Amethion was a good distance away from the portal that had already disappeared, observing the scathing mark on the wall. Then momentarily, a flashy noise began to catch his attention outside the room he was in. He looked back only to find Styra standing there, her eyes and fists still shut. She had escaped from inside the portal by overriding the recent destination with the new one she chose to enter. The silence between the both of them filled the entire museum. As soon as Styra opened her eyes, she charged at light speed towards Amethion with unhinged madness. In an instant, this caused her to come quite close. However, Amethion was interested after seeing the potential power that this mysterious being possessed from having escaped the portal. Knowing that, he was able to pause time from his perspective and walk up to the side of her without any causal effort. Upon observing, he noticed that the creature was blindly dashing at him without some form of a strategic move.

"Ludicrous," Amethion remarked in a deep intimidating voice. He stuck out his foot in front of Styra, causing her to recklessly crash through multiple walls before destroying the entrance of the Zuropa Museum, and falling headfirst into the middle of a busy intersection in the city. She began to have excessive blackouts as the gravity of the current situation made her feel different than usual. There were many scratches and wounds revealing that she was pretty bruised up, even with all of that power. For the first time, she had experienced actual physical pain. The glowing blood from inside her began to drip out from a few parts of her face, healing her skin as much as it could naturally. Regardless, it made her realize she had been more vulnerable as a result of brushing her skin like this against the hard ground. She glanced at Amethion strolling towards the intersection where she was at. Her sight began to blur while struggling to gain the fidelity to stand for herself.

Most people in the streets began to flee for their lives until they were a safe distance away from the area. Others hid in their homes, unable to do anything. Back on top of the parking facility where Flight was waiting for Styra, he noticed the time was 7:07 PM. This worried him. He looked back at the elevator, anticipating her to make it early at least. Unfortunately, a call began to buzz from within his mask. It was from Chief Boulderman himself who had sent a voice message. It said: "Flight, we need you to handle the unidentified invasion in the middle of the intersection between Zuropa Street and Tysar Avenue now. Reinforcements are attempting to be sent there to secure the area." Flight's gut feelings about the situation went sour. Styra was in trouble.