In a realm beyond time and space, where the fabric of reality is interwoven with countless dimensions, exists the Author God known as Will. For millions of years, Will and his family have watched over the multiverse, carefully observing the stories...
As Will reclined in contemplation, the comforting haze of creation wrapping around him, he felt a familiar tug at his leg. Looking down, he found his son, Wyatt-a budding god of five thousand years, though still innocent as a child. Wyatt's bright eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and concern, which pulled Will from the depths of his musings.
Wyatt:What is it, son?
Will inquired, his voice a melodic echo through the timeless ether.
Wyatt pointed seriously into the distance, his expression unwavering.
Wyatt:A monster.
he declared, wide-eyed.
Will raised an eyebrow and followed Wyatt's gaze. The air shimmered, forming into a shape that was both peculiar and enchanting. Emerging was a creature known as a Shirushi, a dark entity that thrived on the boundaries between realities. It floated before them, its form shifting and melding like smoke in the wind.
Shirushi:...roirraw,olleH.
it greeted, an enigma of syllables that tinkled like bells. The Shirushi had a knack for reordering sentences, turning greetings into riddles.
Will:So after.....Millions of years,you shirushi fuckers show your faces,again?
he said annoyed as his theater members quickly ran away from the beast.
Will dodged as He Brings out a Gold belt buckle and places it on his waist as it says....
Belt:Baransu doraibā
he summoned The Copy phone from before and Said....
Will:Henshin!
He slots the phone in as the YinYang Armor Manifests In Front of him before Attaching to his Body,he leans his Head Down causing The Helmet to Materialize And once,it Did the Visors shined Bright With a Shade of Blue.
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Kamen Rider Kybete was Back in action!
The Shirushi lunged, its amorphous form rippling with chaotic energy. Will, now Kamen Rider Kybete, met the attack head-on. He pivoted, the Yin-Yang armor deflecting the Shirushi's shadowy tendrils. The impact sent a shockwave through the immediate area, the very air crackling with opposing forces.
Will:You think you can beat me?
Kybete's voice, modulated by the helmet, resonated with a divine authority.
Will:I've dealt with your kind before, and I'll do it again!
He lunged forward, his movements a blur of controlled power. Kybete's fighting style was a dance of balance, mirroring the Yin-Yang symbol at the core of his being. He flowed between offense and defense, anticipation and reaction, always seeking the equilibrium that would shatter his opponent.
