The black rain fell in relentless waves, creating a liquid curtain between the three figures standing at the airfield's perimeter. Detective Mori stood like a stone pillar, his badge gleaming dully under the unnatural twilight. Each raindrop carried a subtle electric charge that made their skin prickle and the air hum with palpable tension.
"Dr. Tanaka," Mori's voice cut through the rain's rhythm, sharp and uncompromising. "That initial discovery came with responsibility. You chose to play god with forces beyond human comprehension."
Elyra stepped forward, rainwater tracing paths down her face. "I wanted to be the scientist who unlocked the universe's secrets! The one who built bridges between worlds. Not someone who would deliver revolutionary discoveries to be weaponized. Tanaka and his government sought a tool, not knowledge. They would have dissected Azar without ever trying to understand what he truly is!"
Mori's hand moved instinctively toward his service weapon. "Your childhood fantasies of scientific glory don't justify endangering our nation. Your disregard for basic protocols created this catastrophe. You're not the visionary you imagine yourself to be. You're a reckless academic who unleashed hell on Earth."
He turned his steel gaze toward Zhang, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. "And you, General. Gather your intelligence operations and depart. Japan has endured enough foreign powers treating our soil as their battlefield. This is your final warning."
As Mori spoke, Elyra felt his words strike with unexpected force. The new understanding of the void children's nature that they were fragments of the same primordial nothingness as Azar began reshaping her entire perception of the crisis. Her scientific mind raced, struggling to process the staggering implications.
High above in the turbulent skies, the battle reached an unexpected ceasefire. The void children circled Azar like dark constellations, their forms alternating between solid matter and pure abstraction. For the first time, they communicated not through threats, but through devastating revelations.
We are all children of the Void, born from the same primordial nothingness that formed you, their voices echoed through Azar's consciousness like frozen starlight. When a new consciousness emerges from eternal emptiness, it faces the Great Choice. Remain in the infinite peace of the Void as pure energy, or journey through cosmic pathways to experience the only life bearing planet in this universe.
The Choice is eternal and binding, they continued, their tone dripping with contempt. Those of us who stayed embraced our true nature. We became what the Void intended perfect, powerful, untarnished by physical form. But the others like Yuko, like Naira they chose mortality. They chained themselves to human flesh, becoming weak, sickly prisoners of biological vessels that cannot contain our essence.
And you, they focused their collective attention on Azar, you are the source of their suffering. Your presence disrupts cosmic equilibrium. Human bodies cannot host our essence they deteriorate under the strain. Every one of these children suffers because you deny your true nature as Void born.
The void children's forms shimmered with enigmatic purpose, their ultimate objectives concealed behind layers of cosmic deception, their existence remaining an unanswered question in the universal equation.
Azar recoiled as if struck by a supernova's force. The celestial patterns on his skin flickered wildly, mirroring his inner chaos. For the first time, he saw the complete causal chain his arrival creating energy disruptions that made human bodies reject the void children's essence, causing inevitable sickness in all who chose mortal forms.
The law of causality cannot be circumvented, Azar projected, his thoughts heavy with dawning horror. My presence creates inevitable consequences. By existing here, I cause suffering. This existence itself represents an error in cosmic mathematics that demands correction.
The realization washed over him like cosmic radiation he wasn't merely an observer, but the catalyst for the very suffering he sought to alleviate.
The void children's laughter manifested as a soundless vibration that shook the air molecules around him.
And yet you continue to violate causality's fundamental laws, they mocked, their forms pulsing with dark energy. You rush to save the very child your existence is killing. You shatter the principles you claim to uphold. Your attachment to these temporary beings has corrupted you, Azar. You've become what you once studied flawed, emotional, trapped by sentiment.
Look at you now a creature of the Void, bound by human concerns. How pathetic you've become.
Their words lingered like cosmic background radiation, a devastating condemnation that left Azar paralyzed in the sky. The weight of universal truth pressed down, distorting space around him as the black rain continued its endless descent upon the terrified world below. The void children observed him, their mysterious purpose unfolding like a dying star's final collapse, their ultimate intentions remaining as dark and impenetrable as the primordial void from which they all emerged.