Lost In Fatal Existence

The world around them had changed. Gone was the darkness of the black domain that Joker had cast over Ryuta. He was free—no longer bound to that endless cycle of death and rebirth. His friends, who had been trapped in the Lost Existence, were now by his side once again, having escaped the illusions of that world. However, Ryuta's eyes fell on one person.

There was someone new in their group.

Jay stood among them, looking just as battle-worn as the rest. But Ryuta didn't recognize him.

"Who's this?" Ryuta asked, his voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, not after everything they had endured.

Roy stepped forward, a knowing smile on his face. "This is Jay. We met him in Lost Existence. After a battle with the Magician and Joker, we were all separated. then We Met In Lost existence, and then we got separated by the lost existence illusion, and We met again and when we managed to escape."

Alexia nodded in agreement, her voice steady. "He's fought alongside us, Ryuta. You can trust him."

Jay gave a nod of acknowledgment, the Emperor energy radiating from him. He had the calm, commanding aura of a natural leader. "I'm glad we're finally all together again."

Ryuta didn't say anything for a moment, his eyes still wary. But he trusted his friends, and if they trusted Jay, that was enough for now.

With the group united, they gathered in a circle, preparing for the next step in their journey—their mission to recreate the world that had been torn apart by Joker and the Magician.

"I know we've been through a lot, but the world we're in... Fatal Existence," Roy began, "it wasn't supposed to be like this. Someone, or something, recreated this world, but it's not right. We need to put it back together."

Jay's voice was quiet but firm. "That's why we're here. To make it right."

"But how do we even start?" Zhen asked. His usual calm demeanor seemed to have hardened, but he was clearly struggling with the weight of their situation.

Before anyone could answer, the ground beneath them trembled. The air grew thick, charged with malice. They all turned toward the source of the disturbance, their senses heightened.

And then, standing before them—just as they had feared—was Joker.

"Did you think you could escape me that easily?" Joker's voice rang out, dark and mocking. His unsettling laughter echoed through the air, as if the very sound twisted the fabric of reality. Chaos magic crackled around him, ready to destabilize everything again.

The Magician, appearing alongside him, didn't speak. But his presence was just as menacing—his power looming, ready to manipulate and deceive.

The group braced themselves. They had already fought these enemies once, but this time, it would be different. They had been through too much to fail now.

"We've come too far to stop," Alexia declared, stepping forward. Her Empress power surged within her, radiating a force of grace and power that strengthened everyone around her.

Parker, his eyes narrowing, his face determined, stepped beside her. The Sun tarot card within him blazed with light, its warmth infusing his body with a radiant energy.

"Let's end this," Parker said, his voice filled with conviction.

Roy's usual grin was gone, replaced with a sharp focus. He was a Jack of all trades, a fighter in any situation, and he'd learned quickly to adapt to every challenge. His adaptability now felt like an innate ability, a strength beyond mere talent.

Merlin, the Hierophant, felt the weight of his role as a guide and teacher. His power thrummed with spiritual energy, ready to face any trial with wisdom. "We don't have time to waste. They won't stop until they've twisted everything."

Zhen, calm and poised as ever, his Temperance tarot card bringing balance to the chaos, nodded. "We must find a way to fight together. They can't divide us this time."

But then, Ryuta, the one who had suffered most from this endless cycle, clenched his fists. He still hadn't fully recovered from the horrors of the Dark Domain. The memories of dying, over and over again, haunted him. Joker's laughter, the feeling of being torn apart—he couldn't shake it.

"I won't fight..." Ryuta whispered, shaking his head. "Not yet. I'm not ready to die again."

But before anyone could say anything, a brilliant light broke through the oppressive atmosphere.

The True Deity Spoke Above.

Before Ryuta could protest, the True Deity spoke, its voice reverberating through the very air they breathed. "You've carried your burden long enough, Ryuta. You will no longer be bound by the curse of Return by Death. Instead, you will carry a new gift—a sword of light."

A sword appeared in Ryuta's hand, glowing with a radiant, almost divine light. It hummed with energy, the sword's magic strong and pure, unlike anything he'd wielded before.

Ryuta stared at it, conflicted. He had been terrified of fighting after the trauma of his endless deaths. But the sword in his hand felt different. It wasn't just a weapon; it was a chance to break free from the cycle that had held him prisoner for so long.

He looked up, meeting his friends' eyes. There was no turning back now.

"I'm ready," Ryuta said, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. "Let's end this."

With a fierce roar, the battle began once again.

Joker laughed maniacally, his chaos magic surging around him. The Magician remained silent, his tarot card power acting as a dark mirror to Alexia's Empress and Jay's Emperor.

But this time, the group fought with a newfound strength. Their tarot cards, awakened by the True Deity's power, gave them abilities they had never fully realized before. They were no longer just fighting to survive—they were fighting to recreate the world, to fix what had been broken.

Alexia's Empress power enveloped her friends in protective light, while Jay's Emperor presence guided them with strategic precision. Merlin's Hierophant powers provided the wisdom needed to overcome every twist of the enemy's magic, and Parker's Sun power shone with a blinding light, pushing the darkness away. Zhen's Temperance kept them in balance, preventing the chaos from overwhelming them.

Ryuta, with his sword of light, stood firm at the center of the battle. He wasn't running from his past anymore. He was facing it head-on, fighting for the future they could all create.

Together, they would defeat Joker and the Magician, break the cycle, and finally reclaim their world.

Continue.

The moment Joker's laugh echoed through the battlefield, it was as if the air itself twisted and shattered under the weight of his chaotic aura. His madness spread like wildfire, unraveling everything it touched. The Magician, standing next to him, wove his illusions with swift, precise movements, his hands flicking through invisible tarot cards as the air warped and bent.

But the group was no longer helpless. They had awakened.

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Alexia, with the Empress tarot power, slammed her hand to the ground. In an instant, the earth trembled, and massive vines erupted, winding up to form a protective barrier around her friends. The vines bloomed with radiant golden flowers, acting as both shields and traps. She raised her hand again, sending the vines spiraling toward Joker.

"Empress's power is one of control and growth," Alexia shouted. "I'll protect everyone, even in the face of madness!"

Joker's chaotic magic collided with the vines, the clash of energies creating a violent shockwave that spread across the battlefield. But Alexia stood strong, the vines holding fast as they curled around the Joker's chaos magic, constricting with incredible force.

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Jay, standing by her side, felt the overwhelming surge of power from his Emperor tarot card. The card's aura enveloped him like an impenetrable fortress, his body radiating with the power of leadership and dominance. His hands clenched into fists, and a massive throne of flames materialized behind him, towering high.

"Emperor—I control this battlefield!" Jay's voice boomed, his aura lighting up the surroundings. With a wave of his hand, the fiery throne surged forward, crashing into the Joker's chaotic magic like a battering ram.

The flames blazed, the red-hot energy roaring as Jay's power crushed the Joker's madness. The Joker staggered back, clearly rattled for the first time.

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Merlin, with the Hierophant card now active, closed his eyes and reached deep within himself. The staff in his hand grew brighter, radiating divine light. His fingers moved in a slow, deliberate motion as he recited ancient incantations. The magic was pure, an unyielding force that counteracted the illusions of The Magician.

"Hierophant—wisdom and divine guidance!" Merlin declared as the staff expanded with ethereal light. The light spread across the battlefield, dissolving the illusions around him and revealing the true forms of their enemies. The swirling visions of false reality shattered like glass, revealing The Magician standing in front of him, his smirk faltering.

Merlin's staff crackled with divine energy as he aimed it toward The Magician. A beam of radiant light shot forth, piercing through the magician's illusions and forcing him to dodge with a flick of his wrist.

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Parker, the ever-optimistic powerhouse, felt the light of his Sun tarot card burst from his body, illuminating the entire battlefield. A massive orb of golden sunlight appeared above him, casting down rays that exploded with vitality and energy. The warmth from the sun began to heal the group, invigorating them.

"Sun—I'll bring light to the darkness!" Parker shouted, grinning widely. He raised his hands, and the orb above him shot downward like a fiery comet, striking The Magician and Joker in an explosion of radiant light.

Joker screamed in frustration, the overwhelming light threatening to burn him, but he managed to shield himself with his chaotic aura, though it flickered.

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Zhen, with his Temperance powers, moved gracefully across the battlefield. He wasn't one for brute force. Instead, he used the elements themselves, manipulating water and fire with perfect harmony. His eyes closed as he summoned a swirling vortex of balanced energy around him, shifting between water and fire, light and shadow, forming a barrier that protected his friends from the chaos that Joker threw their way.

"Temperance—balance in all things," Zhen muttered, his voice calm and focused. His barrier extended, catching the erratic flames of Joker's chaotic magic and redirecting them back into the air.

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Then there was Ryuta. Despite the trauma of his cursed power, Return by Death, he stood tall, the light of his sword gleaming like a beacon. The True Deity had gifted him with a new ability—his power was no longer a curse, but a weapon. With the sword now glowing in his hands, Ryuta didn't hesitate.

"Return to Life," Ryuta whispered, and with that, his sword burst into golden light, cutting through the chaos that surrounded him. His power wasn't to undo death—it was to live and fight, again and again, for the future.

Ryuta lunged forward, his sword swinging in a wide arc. The golden magic energy surged forward like a wave of light, clashing with the chaotic forces around him.

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The Fight Intensifies

Joker staggered backward from the combined onslaught. His laughter grew more desperate as he attempted to regain control over the battlefield. But the tarot powers weren't something he could manipulate. They were grounded in the very fabric of fate itself.

"Enough of this!" Joker screamed, and with a manic laugh, he unleashed his full power. A black, swirling mass of darkness expanded around him like a storm, threatening to consume everything in its path.

But it was too late. The combined strength of the group was overwhelming.

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Jay charged forward, his throne of flames now encircling him like a war chariot. "Emperor—I will bring order to this madness!"

He collided with Joker's chaos, flames and shadows battling for dominance. The energy of his Emperor power roared, creating an intense shockwave that sent shockwaves through the entire battlefield. The Joker's chaotic magic cracked under the pressure, and for the first time, his twisted grin faltered.

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Alexia saw the opening. "Empress—now!" she shouted.

With a commanding gesture, the massive vines she had summoned earlier coiled together, forming an impenetrable net that trapped Joker's chaotic magic. The vines constricted around him, rendering him helpless. The fight wasn't over, but they had gained the upper hand.

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Merlin raised his staff high. "Divine power, unite!" With a single, resounding motion, the Hierophant's energy engulfed Joker, pulling him into the light.

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Parker grinned, his energy blazing with brilliance. "You've been outshone, Joker!" The Sun's rays intensified as he propelled himself forward, striking Joker with a final blast of overwhelming light.

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And as they all surged forward together, Zhen balanced the flow of energy, ensuring that no attack missed its mark, keeping their attacks steady and in perfect rhythm.

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With their combined efforts, Joker was overwhelmed, his chaos magic collapsing into nothingness. The Magician, seeing his ally defeated, vanished into a swirl of illusions, knowing that he couldn't win against the awakened powers of the tarot cards.

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Victory

The battlefield fell silent as the light of their powers began to fade. The Joker was gone, defeated by the unity of the awakened tarot powers. The group stood together, each of them breathing heavily from the fight, but victorious.

Ryuta lowered his sword, looking at his friends. His heart was filled with resolve. "We can do this. We'll recreate this world."

Together, they would face whatever came next, and with their awakened tarot powers, they knew they could bring the world back from the brink of destruction.

The echoes of their victory still rang in the air, but the group didn't have much time to relish it. As the last remnants of chaos dissipated, they watched as the Magician—his illusions shattered—gathered the last of his strength. His once confident smirk faded, replaced by frustration and a deep sense of urgency.

With one final flick of his wrist, he summoned a swirl of dark energy around him, his form flickering like a mirage. Before anyone could react, the Magician vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but a lingering sense of foreboding.

The battle had ended, but something still felt off. Ryuta, still gripping his glowing sword, took a cautious step forward. "He's gone... for now, but something tells me we're not done yet."

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Jay, his Emperor power still radiating, narrowed his eyes, scanning the area. "It's not over. The Magician was just a pawn."

Alexia nodded, her Empress power still pulsing in the air like an aftershock. "A pawn, yes... but who is pulling the strings?"

Before they could discuss further, the Magician's voice echoed eerily through the air, distorted and distant, like a whisper carried by the wind.

"I'll let you in on a little secret before I go... The true power behind this world, behind all of this, is someone you'll never be able to defeat. His name... is Life. The Deity of Life."

The mention of this new figure sent a chill down the group's spines.

"Life?" Zhen murmured, his Temperance power still subtly flowing around him as he sought balance in the chaos. "What does that mean? The Deity of Life?"

"I don't know," Merlin said, eyes dark with concern. "But this doesn't feel like just a battle of power... It's a game of fate itself."

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Before anyone could respond, the ground trembled beneath them. A sudden, terrifying rumble shook the air, and from the cracks in the earth, monstrous shapes began to emerge—grotesque and terrifying.

The monsters, twisted creatures of ancient myth, clawed their way from the depths. Some were serpentine, their bodies rippling with dark energy. Others resembled massive, hulking beasts with wings of shadow, their eyes glowing with malice. The creatures were more than just monsters—they were embodiments of chaos, summoned to wreak havoc.

"There are more...?" Parker said, a note of disbelief in his voice, as the Sun power flared to life around him, bright and unyielding. He raised his hands, summoning beams of light to slice through the first wave of monsters.

Jay took a step forward, the Emperor power still blazing like a star. "We'll have to face them. We've already faced chaos before."

Ryuta, gritting his teeth, raised his sword. The sword pulsed with golden light, but the memory of his curse, the Return by Death, haunted him. His body still felt the weight of his past battles, of dying and dying again in the dark domain created by Joker.

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The Deity of Life's Command

In the distance, a voice boomed across the battlefield—a commanding voice, regal and ancient.

"Monsters of myth, rise again. Bring forth the never-ending army. Let them serve me. Let them test these intruders."

The Deity of Life, a godlike presence, spoke with such power that the very air seemed to quiver. A towering figure, unseen yet all-encompassing, was commanding the monstrous army into being.

"You will face what no mortal has ever withstood. Monsters of every kind—together, they will test you."

From the shadows, more and more creatures began to appear, taking shape from swirling darkness. The monsters from Greek mythology—Hydras, Minotaurs, Chimera, and more—began to swarm the battlefield. Their presence was overwhelming, each one more deadly than the last.

The Deity of Life wasn't just sending monsters. It was creating endless waves, ensuring that no matter how many they defeated, more would come. They were trapped in a cycle—like an endless rebirth.

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The Fight Begins Again

The first wave of creatures rushed forward, and the group sprang into action.

Alexia, the Empress, manipulated the earth beneath her, creating massive stone barriers to block the monstrous onslaught. "We can't let them surround us! Keep moving!"

Jay, channeling his Emperor power, called forth pillars of flame, using them to decimate groups of monsters at once. His control over the battlefield was absolute, every step he took echoing his ability to command. "They won't stop unless we break the cycle."

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Merlin, using his Hierophant abilities, summoned divine light to smite down any monsters that dared approach him. His power was like a beacon of truth, burning through the darkness that surrounded them. "We must sever the source. We cannot let this army keep growing."

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Zhen's Temperance power kept the group balanced, as he manipulated the flow of water and fire, using the elements to wash away monsters and set the battlefield alight with controlled chaos. His calm focus was the anchor, keeping the group from succumbing to the overwhelming force of the creatures.

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Parker, his Sun energy erupting in bursts of radiant light, fought with unmatched enthusiasm, his attacks blinding and explosive. Each monster he struck disintegrated into light. "Bring it on! I'll light up this entire place!" He laughed, the intensity of his spirit feeding his power.

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Ryuta, still haunted by his own curse, gripped his sword tightly. His Return to Life power, now redefined, allowed him to die in battle and come back instantly—but he refused to give in to his fear. This time, he wasn't just fighting to survive. He was fighting for his friends, for the world they would remake.

With every slash of his sword, golden energy radiated, cutting down the monsters that came at him. He moved with a fluidity that spoke of his internal growth, no longer the broken soul he once was.

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The Never-Ending Army

The monsters continued to pour in from every direction, summoned by the Deity of Life. The battle was relentless, a storm of power and destruction. But it wasn't just a fight for survival anymore. It was a battle for freedom. A fight to break the cycle that the Deity of Life had set into motion.

They weren't going to let the endless army stop them. No matter how many waves came, no matter how much power the Deity of Life commanded, they would fight on. This was their world, and they would recreate it, no matter the cost.

The True Deity had awakened their powers for a reason—they were the key to ending this cycle. And they were ready to finish what they had started.

(Continued)

The Battle Strategy Unfolds

The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The endless waves of monsters, summoned by the Deity of Life, charged at the group with unrelenting ferocity. The ground shook beneath their feet as Hydras slithered forward, Minotaurs charged with brute force, and Chimeras screeched, ready to tear them apart. Each of these mythical creatures carried the weight of ancient power, but they were no match for the group's unified strength—if they fought smart.

The group's minds sharpened as they quickly fell into sync, every member understanding the magnitude of what was at stake. With their awakened tarot powers, they had a distinct advantage—but they needed to work together to break the cycle of these endless waves.

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Alexia – The Empress

Alexia, always a natural leader, took the first step. Her Empress power was an embodiment of control over the battlefield. She looked at the mass of monsters charging at them and quickly devised a strategy.

"Split them up," she ordered, her voice steady. "We can't let them overwhelm us with numbers. If we split them into manageable groups, we can take them down one by one."

She extended her hand, and the earth beneath her rumbled. Massive stone walls erupted from the ground, forming barriers that corralled the monsters into separate pockets. "Parker, Merlin, you handle the left flank. Zhen, Roy, take the right. I'll hold the center and keep the forces at bay. Jay, you're with me."

The monsters surged forward, but now they were isolated into smaller groups, thanks to Alexia's tactical thinking. Her Empress ability allowed her to manipulate the terrain, creating fortifications and traps to funnel the beasts into more manageable numbers.

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Parker – The Sun

Parker, fueled by his Sun power, was full of enthusiasm. His first instinct was always to charge headfirst, but Alexia's strategy gave him a clear path.

"Got it!" Parker shouted, grinning wildly. He summoned a massive burst of energy from his Sun card, sending it surging outward in a concentrated wave. It enveloped the creatures on the left flank, scorching their bodies with radiant light. The Minotaurs and Chimeras howled in pain, their forms turning to ash before they could even strike. "They don't like the light!" Parker laughed, his attack clearing a swath through the enemies.

But the monsters weren't so easily defeated. A Hydra emerged from the mist, its multiple heads hissing as they regrew and sought to lash out at Parker. He quickly formed a defensive barrier of light, blocking the heads with his radiant shield. He gritted his teeth, and then, with a burst of strength, he pushed forward, slashing at the creature with beams of pure sunlight. It collapsed in a heap of steaming flesh, its heads disintegrating into the air.

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Merlin – The Hierophant

Merlin's role was to keep the group grounded. His Hierophant abilities were not just about overwhelming power, but about knowledge and control. As the Hydra's heads reformed in the distance, Merlin raised his staff, invoking the divine power of his tarot card.

"The Hydra regenerates too quickly. We need to target its core," Merlin said, his voice calm amidst the chaos.

He raised his hand, and the skies above them darkened. With a deep breath, he conjured an enormous pillar of light, channeling the energy into the Hydra's body. The light struck its core, weakening its regenerative ability. "Now, Parker!"

Parker took the cue and unleashed another wave of solar energy, targeting the Hydra's weakened form. The creature let out a final, agonizing scream before turning to dust.

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Zhen – The Temperance

Zhen stood at the right flank with Roy, his Temperance abilities bringing balance to the battlefield. As monsters charged, he carefully analyzed the situation.

"Roy," Zhen said, "I need you to draw their attention. I'll set the trap."

Roy gave a thumbs up, his ability to adapt making him the perfect decoy. He charged into the fray, his movements erratic and unpredictable, drawing the attention of a Chimera and several Minotaurs. As he dodged their attacks, he could feel the heat of their breath and the weight of their strikes.

Zhen stood behind him, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. His control over water and fire allowed him to manipulate the elements, and he used it to create a powerful storm, lashing out at the monsters. The water he summoned soaked the beasts, and then he ignited them with fire, setting their forms ablaze. The Chimera roared in fury as its scales sizzled under the heat.

"Trap set," Zhen said, smirking slightly. "Now finish it."

Roy, with a grin, quickly spun and launched a rapid series of strikes at the Chimera, his attacks precise and lethal. The Chimera collapsed, its body disintegrating into nothingness.

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Roy – The Jack of All Trades

Roy's adaptability was the key to their success in battle. He didn't rely on any tarot card's specific powers but instead used his natural talent for improvisation to fill in the gaps. He moved quickly, assessing the situation with ease and coming up with the best course of action in the heat of battle.

He darted in and out of the fray, expertly dodging attacks while taking down monsters with swift, calculated strikes. Whether it was a swipe from a Minotaur or a magical blast from a Chimera, Roy adapted his movements in real-time, using his environment to his advantage.

"Keep pushing forward," Roy said, his voice full of grit. "They'll only keep coming. We need to break their morale."

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Ryuta – Return by Death

Despite the trauma of his past, Ryuta stood firm beside his friends. He knew his role was different—his Return by Death was a curse that haunted him, but the True Deity had modified it, giving him the ability to return to life without being dragged into the past. His power was now a means of survival, but he had no intention of letting it define him.

His sword, glowing with light magic, cleaved through monsters as he fought with determination. Each slash was not just a strike—it was a refusal to let his past dictate his future.

With every death, he would rise again. But this time, there was no fear in him. He wouldn't let the Magician control his fate any longer. As the last of the Minotaurs fell, Ryuta turned to his friends.

"We've got this," he said, his voice strong. "Let's finish it."

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The Final Wave

The Deity of Life watched from his distant throne, his eyes narrowing as the group continued to push forward. The monsters that had been summoned were falling one by one, but his plan was far from complete.

"Is that all you have?" the Deity of Life boomed, his voice filled with ancient power. "Let's see if you can survive what is truly eternal."

With a snap of his fingers, a massive cyclone of swirling energy descended from the sky, summoning an even more monstrous wave of creatures. This time, they were not mere mythological beasts. These were ancient gods, beings that had once walked the earth.

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The group steeled themselves. This wasn't just a battle for survival anymore. This was a war against life itself. And they would fight until the very end.

(Continued)

The Final Wave Unleashed

The sky darkened, and an oppressive silence fell over the battlefield. The air grew thick with a palpable sense of foreboding as the Deity of Life raised his hand.

Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet as colossal shadows materialized before them. Gigantic creatures—beasts that were no longer just myth or legend but were truly gods—emerged from the cyclone. Each monster was a force of nature, its body rippling with power.

The first was a Cyclops, its single, burning eye glowing with ancient wisdom and wrath. Then, towering behind it, a Titan, muscles rippling and glowing with an ethereal light, carrying the weight of the heavens themselves. A Sphinx appeared, her body lithe and elegant, but her eyes radiated with the power to crush mountains. Finally, a Griffin, with wings that blotted out the sun, screeched, sending tremors through the very air.

The battlefield had transformed into a place where mortal lives stood little chance. These gods weren't just strong—they were symbols of fate, unstoppable forces meant to crush anything in their path.

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Alexia – The Empress

Alexia's heart raced, but she didn't show it. Her role was to be the strategist, and she understood what had to be done.

"Focus! We need to separate them!" she shouted, voice full of authority. Her Empress power pulsed with energy as she began to manipulate the earth around her. With a wave of her hand, she raised barriers and walls of stone, isolating the Cyclops and Titan from the others.

"We'll take them down in groups!" she yelled to her comrades. "Don't get caught up in their power—use their size against them!"

Her eyes flicked to Parker and Merlin. "Parker, use your light to blind them! Merlin, keep them off balance with your magic!"

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Parker – The Sun

Parker grinned, already moving into position. He thrived in the heat of battle, and these creatures were just another challenge for him.

He summoned the Sun power, his body glowing with intense light. In an instant, the light expanded outward, blinding the Cyclops and Titan. The Cyclops let out a roar of agony, its massive hands trying to shield its burning eye from the light, while the Titan staggered back, disoriented by the sudden onslaught.

Parker used this moment to his advantage. With swift, controlled movements, he sent beams of solar energy into the Cyclops, piercing its thick hide. The creature howled as its body burned, but it didn't go down easily. The Titan, shaking off the blinding effects, lunged at Parker with the force of an earthquake, swinging its massive fist toward him.

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Merlin – The Hierophant

Merlin had already anticipated this. His Hierophant abilities allowed him to control the flow of magic, and he quickly cast a protective barrier around Parker.

"Parker, move!" Merlin shouted.

In a flash, he summoned a divine shield to intercept the Titan's punch. The impact was monumental, shaking the earth beneath them. The Titan's fist collided with Merlin's shield, and cracks began to form in the barrier. But Merlin's concentration never wavered. With a forceful wave of his hand, the cracks healed, and he retaliated by sending a torrent of magic toward the Titan's chest. The energy exploded against its armor-like skin, forcing it back.

"Keep your distance, Parker!" Merlin warned. "We need to break their defenses."

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Zhen – The Temperance

Zhen was calm amidst the chaos, his Temperance power giving him a unique edge. He was the glue holding the team together in the heat of the battle. With a glance at Roy, he knew exactly what they needed to do next.

"Roy!" Zhen called out. "Use their strength against them! We need to strike at their core!"

Zhen's eyes flashed, and he tapped into his elemental control. A sudden surge of water enveloped the Griffin, freezing its wings in place. The creature screeched in fury, but Zhen didn't stop. He combined the ice with flames, turning them into a deadly combination that locked the Griffin in place.

The Griffin thrashed, but its movement was slowed by the encasing ice. Zhen then summoned his power, creating a controlled explosion of water, freezing and shattering the Griffin's wings. It fell to the ground with a mighty crash.

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Roy – The Jack of All Trades

Roy was the most versatile of them all. His Jack of All Trades abilities gave him a fluidity in combat that allowed him to take advantage of the enemies' weaknesses.

He dashed toward the Sphinx, which was circling above the battlefield, surveying everything with calculating eyes. The Sphinx leapt down to attack, but Roy was already ready. He lunged forward with his blade, striking at the creature's exposed underbelly. His movements were a blur, adapting to the Sphinx's every twist and turn, every strike and counterstrike.

Roy's adaptability shone through as he dodged the Sphinx's attacks and made his move, targeting the weak points he had learned to exploit during the fight. With a sharp strike, he severed one of the Sphinx's wings, causing it to plummet to the ground, shrieking in pain.

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Ryuta – Return by Death

Ryuta stood in the center of it all, watching his friends fight with precision and determination. He had his sword ready, glowing with a radiant light. The True Deity had given him this weapon, and he knew it would be the key to overcoming the remaining monsters.

He wasn't the strongest fighter in terms of raw power, but his Return by Death ability made him something else. He had already died and returned countless times. Now, in this battle, he would not run from death. He would face it head-on.

With his sword raised high, he charged toward the Titan, his movements a blur of fluidity and purpose. As he reached the creature, he plunged his sword deep into its chest. The light magic coursing through the blade burned the Titan from the inside out, searing through its flesh.

The Titan let out a final, echoing roar before collapsing to the ground.

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The Final Confrontation

The battlefield was littered with the fallen bodies of the mythical creatures, but the Deity of Life wasn't finished. He raised his hands once again, summoning more creatures from the depths of eternity. This time, however, the group wasn't backing down. Their tarot powers were awakened, their bonds stronger than ever.

"We won't break," Alexia said, her eyes blazing with determination. "We'll recreate the world—no matter what it takes."

As the next wave of monsters emerged, the group readied themselves for the final clash. They weren't just fighting for survival anymore. They were fighting for the future of Fatal Existence, and they would break the cycle once and for all.

(Continued)

The battlefield was torn apart as the creatures summoned by the Deity of Life loomed over them, each more powerful than the last. Ryuta stood alone for a moment, his sword glowing with light magic. He could feel the presence of death so close but wasn't afraid. It was his curse to face it, to feel its weight with each battle.

Alexia's gaze was sharp, focusing on the monsters around them. The Cyclops was recovering from the light attack, its giant form lumbering back toward them with bloodshot eyes. But it wasn't enough to bring them down. They had been pushed too far.

The Titan lay still, but the Griffin and Sphinx were circling back to launch another assault. Zhen's Temperance abilities still held the Griffin, but the ice was beginning to crack under the strain of the monster's rage. He wasn't going to hold it for long.

"Zhen, I need more time!" Alexia called out, her Empress power focused and commanding.

The Griffin screeched, trying to break free, but Zhen's water manipulation held strong for the moment, his control over the elements tightening around its wings, still freezing the creature in place. But the creature wasn't going to go down easily. It writhed and fought back, struggling against the constraints that Zhen had placed on it.

Meanwhile, Merlin stood in the background, his magic swirling in the air as he prepared for the next strike. The Hierophant's power wasn't about overwhelming force; it was about control. And right now, that was exactly what he needed. His eyes locked onto the Titan, which was trying to rise again.

Merlin held his hand up, weaving a complex spell, and then snapped his fingers. A massive magical force struck the Titan in its back, sending it to the ground once again. But it wasn't enough to kill it. No, the creatures summoned by the Deity of Life were beyond that—there was no quick way to defeat them.

"Strike it down!" Merlin yelled, his voice full of purpose. "We need to finish this!"

Roy was already moving. His Jack of All Trades abilities allowed him to adapt, to find the openings that others missed. His instincts guided him as he dashed toward the Sphinx, now on the offensive.

The Sphinx lunged, its claws extended, and Roy sidestepped, his speed a blur. He adjusted on the fly, ducking beneath the Sphinx's swing and retaliating with a strike to its exposed flank. The creature roared in frustration, and Roy's sword danced through the air, targeting its weak points with ruthless precision.

He didn't give it a moment to recover. He pressed forward, cutting through the air like lightning, each strike calculated and deadly.

But there was still more to do. The Cyclops hadn't been fully dealt with, and the Griffin was still struggling against Zhen's ice, its fury growing with each second. Even with all their efforts, the battle was far from over.

The Deity of Life stood, watching with a passive expression, as his creations fought with all their might. His eyes flicked toward Ryuta, who was still standing strong despite the overwhelming force around them.

"Is this how you choose to end it?" the Deity of Life asked, his voice cold and detached, as if he were speaking from a place of absolute certainty.

Ryuta said nothing, his grip tightening around the glowing sword. He couldn't answer—he didn't have the luxury of words. There was no time for hesitation.

With a primal yell, Ryuta rushed toward the Titan, his sword slicing through the air. The creature's massive form came crashing down as Ryuta's blade struck deep, the light magic flooding the Titan's body, burning it from the inside out.

The Titan let out one final bellow before collapsing into dust, its body disintegrating in a burst of light.

But the Deity of Life only smirked.

"You think you've won?" His voice carried an air of finality. "You can't break the cycle. My creations will never stop."

A final surge of power erupted from the Deity of Life, and the ground beneath them cracked open. From the depths, more creatures began to rise—monsters even greater than the last.

The group braced themselves, but this time, they were ready. The Empress power in Alexia's hands flared brightly, and she formed a barrier to separate them from the incoming tide.

"Keep fighting. This ends now," she said, her eyes unwavering.

---

The battle continued, not with hope but with sheer will. There were no words left to be spoken. Only action, only survival. The monsters didn't stop, the Deity of Life didn't falter, and the warriors knew this fight would never be easy. But for them, there was no choice but to push forward, to strike again and again.

As the first wave of monsters began to fall, more and more surged forth, relentless. Fatal Existence was the battleground. And no matter how many times they fought, no matter how many times they struck down their enemies, the battle would never be over.

(Continued – The Duel of Fool And Magic)

The chaos of the battlefield raged on, with monsters swarming from every direction, and the air crackling with the energy of tarot-powered combat. The group, despite their newfound strength, struggled against the overwhelming force of the Deity of Life's army. Each attack was met with another wave of resistance, and even their combined efforts couldn't seem to tip the scales.

Then, amidst the tumultuous storm of battle, a new presence descended into the fray. The atmosphere shifted—lighter, more erratic—as if the very laws of nature bent and warped under this arrival. The ground trembled beneath the weight of an unseen force, and a sudden, unpredictable wind swirled in the air.

From the chaos emerged Skyler, a young teenager with an air of confidence and mischief. His eyes gleamed with both innocence and uncontainable power. A faint glimmer of his tarot card, The Fool, danced like a flicker of light on his chest. His arrival was like a burst of color in the middle of the gray, grim battlefield.

The Deity of Life froze, his cold gaze narrowing in disbelief. This wasn't part of the plan. Skyler, the Fool, was a wildcard—a deity long lost, absent from the cycle of the world, thought to be dead or forgotten. But here he was, stepping into the battlefield as though it were his playground.

"No," the Deity of Life muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing in frustration and anger. He had not expected this. Skyler's arrival was a dangerous anomaly, a force he could not afford to underestimate.

In a split second, the Deity of Life snapped his fingers, his control over the monsters weakening for a brief moment as his attention shifted fully to Skyler. He gave an order, his voice carrying the weight of authority and control.

"Magician!" he barked. "Deal with this fool!"

From the depths of the chaos, The Magician—, his tarot card—the Magician—glowing with dark, arcane energy. As the Deity of Life's most loyal agent, The Magician's abilities were sharpened by years of training in the art of illusions, manipulation, and control.

The battle between Skyler and The Magician was immediate. Skyler's energy was unpredictable, wild, and untamed, while The Magician's power was calculated, precise, and deadly.

With a quick motion, Skyler leapt forward, his form a blur of light and motion. He moved as if the world itself was part of his playground, dodging and weaving through the air, his movements erratic and carefree. He didn't fight in any traditional sense—he was the Fool, after all, the embodiment of spontaneity. And his attacks were as unpredictable as his steps.

Skyler threw a wild burst of energy into the air, sending it spiraling and cracking through the sky. The burst of chaotic power seemed to distort reality itself, shifting the space around it like a living thing, an uncontrolled force of nature.

In response, The Magician raised his hands, summoning shadows that coiled around him like serpents. The illusions he created were vast, stretching out into the battlefield, folding the very fabric of reality itself. One moment, Skyler would see a mass of monsters charging at him, only for them to vanish upon impact, replaced by an illusion that confused his senses.

But Skyler was no ordinary foe. With a devilish grin, he spun, his energy twisting and turning unpredictably, creating a counterforce to The Magician's illusions. He didn't just face The Magician's manipulations—he embraced them. The Fool didn't follow the rules. He broke them.

As the two clashed, their powers collided in the heart of the battlefield. The Magician's illusions distorted reality, making it seem as though the world itself was cracking under the weight of their battle. Yet Skyler, unfazed, danced through the destruction, his chaotic bursts of energy rippling through the air like sparks of life in a dying world.

But even Skyler's unpredictable style wasn't enough to overwhelm The Magician. The Magician's own illusions grew stronger, weaving a deadly labyrinth around Skyler. It became clear: The Magician had the upper hand in terms of control and mastery of power.

Yet Skyler wasn't concerned with control. His focus was elsewhere—on breaking the cycle, on tearing apart the constraints placed by the Deity of Life and all who had tried to keep him contained.

With one final laugh—a sound that echoed in the very air—the battle reached its peak. Skyler summoned a burst of energy so wild and untamed that it shattered the illusions around him. The Magician's focus faltered for a fraction of a second.

That was all Skyler needed.

In a swift motion, Skyler lunged forward, his chaotic power colliding with The Magician's carefully crafted illusions. The impact caused a massive explosion of light and energy, distorting the very air between them. The Magician staggered, his illusions faltering as he struggled to maintain control over his surroundings.

Skyler grinned. "You can't control the Fool," he said, his voice playful yet full of unrelenting power.

The Magician, realizing that his illusions were no match for Skyler's unpredictability, began to retreat. His form flickered and vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only the echo of his laughter.

"Master," The Magician called out as he disappeared into the ether. "I can't defeat him alone. We need more power."

The Deity of Life seethed with rage, his plans crumbling. But even in the face of defeat, he had one more trick up his sleeve.

"Summon them," he commanded, his voice cold and final. "Summon the beasts of myth. Let them fight."

And with that, from the very depths of Fatal Existence, the earth shook once again, and the sky darkened as monsters, creatures born of ancient myth, began to rise from the ground.

(Continued – The Last Stand)

The battlefield, once alive with the raw energy of combat, now seemed to grow quiet. The tide had shifted—Alexia, Roy, Merlin, Parker, Zhen, and Jay were all standing at the edges of their strength. Their tarot powers, once newly awakened, were beginning to fade as the sheer weight of the battle drained their mana reserves. The monstrous forces of the Deity of Life had overwhelmed them, pushing them to their limits.

Alexia, the Empress, her golden energy flickering and dimming, gritted her teeth in frustration. Roy, the Jack of All Trades, his adaptability faltering under the relentless barrage, staggered. Merlin, the Hierophant, struggled to maintain his focus, his powers of wisdom and guidance slipping away. Parker, the Sun, his radiant strength dimming, was nearly down on one knee. Zhen, the Temperance, balanced no more, his elemental control unstable. Even Jay, the Emperor, his strategic mind clouded and his energy dissipating, felt his power waning.

One by one, they fell back, exhausted, unable to continue the fight at their peak. The Deity of Life had relentlessly summoned wave after wave of monsters, pulling them from the very fabric of existence—ancient beasts from Greek mythology, impossible horrors that tore at the very seams of their strength.

And then, as if fate had decided that the battle had reached its grim conclusion, a breath of silence hung in the air.

Only one figure remained standing.

Ryuta.

His body bruised, battered, and scarred from the endless cycles of pain and death he'd endured in Fatal Existence, Ryuta stood tall, his eyes sharp despite the deep exhaustion. His power, however, had not come from tarot cards or any awakening. It came from his curse—Return by Death—the ability that, though terrifying and traumatizing, had given him a resilience none could match.

It was Ryuta who remained standing, his body fighting through the exhaustion, the curse, and the fear of dying once again. As his friends collapsed around him, Ryuta realized the battle was far from over. They had given everything they had, but now, only he and Skyler—The Fool—were left to face the Deity of Life.

Skyler, still brimming with chaotic energy, grinned as he bounced on the balls of his feet. His energy had been unpredictable but unrelenting, a force of nature that refused to conform to anything or anyone. He met Ryuta's gaze, and without a word, the two understood—they would be the ones to turn the tide.

"We're not done yet, right?" Skyler asked, his voice light, but his eyes burning with intensity.

Ryuta nodded grimly. "No, not yet."

The Deity of Life, witnessing the fall of his enemies, scoffed from his perch, watching as the Magician retreated to regroup. But that arrogance shifted to a dark smile when he summoned more mythical beasts—colossal creatures that clawed their way from the depths of the earth.

"This world will fall," the Deity muttered. "You will never stop the cycle."

But Skyler and Ryuta didn't flinch. They were the wild cards, the unpredictable force that the Deity of Life had never accounted for. As more beasts rose from the earth, roaring and hungry for battle, Skyler and Ryuta charged forward.

Without hesitation, Skyler hurled a burst of chaotic energy, tearing through the sky. The energy spiraled, a whirlwind of unchained destruction that struck one of the beasts square in the chest. The creature staggered but didn't fall. Ryuta followed closely behind, his legs propelling him with an unstoppable force.

As the beast turned to strike, Ryuta, with no magic of his own, didn't rely on grand gestures. He relied on instinct, his cursed power. Return by Death was his true weapon—a power that allow him to go back in time,also to never truly die. His connection with his death had made him familiar with the weight of the end.

In a fluid motion, Ryuta dodged a strike from the beast's massive claw and jumped, landing square on its back. With a deep breath, Ryuta gripped the handle of a newly manifested sword of light, summoned from the power of the true deity. It shimmered, glowing with an otherworldly brilliance that stood in stark contrast to the darkness surrounding him.

"This ends now." Ryuta gritted through his teeth.

With one swift motion, Ryuta plunged the sword deep into the beast's heart. A wave of light erupted from the creature, and its massive form crumbled into dust.

Skyler's laugh echoed in the chaos, his energy flickering and jumping around as he dismantled another of the summoned beasts with reckless abandon. The two were unstoppable—fighting not only for survival but for something greater. They had nothing left to lose.

But the battle was far from over.

From the shadows, the Magician returned, his dark eyes alight with an eerie glow. His voice, low and threatening, echoed across the battlefield.

"This won't be so easy. You'll regret this."

The Deity of Life, now completely enraged, clenched his fists. "Enough of this foolishness. The power of life is endless. I will break you both."

As the Magician and Deity of Life prepared for the final strike, the battle reached its critical point. Ryuta and Skyler stood alone against the overwhelming tide, but their wills were unyielding.

In that moment, Ryuta's curse, his ability to return by death, surged with new purpose. The Deity of Life's monsters, his endless waves, began to fall—not because of Ryuta's raw power, but because the curse had shaped him. It had made him familiar with loss, and with each death, he rose stronger.

And Skyler, the Fool, brought with him a chaotic energy that shook the very fabric of the world.

Together, Ryuta and Skyler faced down the Magician, the Deity of Life, and the summoned beasts. In the heart of the battlefield, the final battle began—two forces of nature against the gods themselves.

And the world would never be the same again.

(Continued)

The world around Ryuta and Skyler in True Existence felt cold and devoid of life. Their battle with the Deity of Life had torn the fabric of the world, and now they were stranded in a place that felt like the end of all things. The buildings were modern, yet eerily empty, as if time had stopped.

Ryuta stood silent for a moment, feeling the weight of the reality he was now trapped in. His grip tightened around his sword as his mind raced. He had been through the cycle of death and rebirth countless times, but this—this felt different. Something was wrong.

"Skyler…" Ryuta's voice was low, almost uncertain. "Something doesn't feel right. I don't understand. I was fighting… and then everything went dark. We're not supposed to be here."

Skyler, equally disoriented, looked around. "Yeah, I feel it too. This place—it's like a mirror of the real world, but twisted. And where are the others? What happened to them?"

Ryuta clenched his jaw. The feeling of Fatal Existence, the world they had just fought in, lingered in his mind. He could still hear the echoes of the chaos, of the battle, and the strange, haunting laugh of the Joker.

"Whatever happened to them, I don't know," Ryuta muttered, staring at the horizon. "But I can feel it. Something… someone's manipulating this. And I don't trust what we've been left with."

---

Meanwhile, in the black castle, Alexia, Roy, Merlin, Parker, Zhen, and Jay slowly regained consciousness. Their heads throbbed from the aftereffects of the battle. They looked around, confused and unsettled. The room they found themselves in was ominous, the shadows stretching far beyond what was natural. They were seated in grand, dark chairs, and at the center of it all sat Ryuta—but this wasn't the Ryuta they knew.

The man sitting in the chair had the same face, but there was something off about him. His eyes were distant, cold, and unfeeling, like he had seen everything and lost all emotion. His presence didn't radiate the warmth and leadership they were used to—it was empty.

Alexia was the first to speak, her voice trembling. "Ryuta… What is this? Where are we?"

The fake Ryuta, seated calmly on the throne, simply looked down at them, his face expressionless. "It's been three years," he said coldly. "Three years since the battle."

The words hit them like a punch to the gut. Three years? A coma? None of it made sense.

The fake Ryuta nodded slowly. "You were all in a coma, trapped in this world. I've been here, waiting, watching over you all."

Roy stepped forward, his face full of skepticism. "This is wrong. You're not Ryuta. Where's the real Ryuta?"

The fake Ryuta's gaze was unwavering. "I am the one who survived. The world has been remade in my image. And now, you'll understand. You've all been in a slumber, waiting to wake up. Time passes differently here."

Parker shook his head. "No. This isn't right."

The fake Ryuta's expression remained cold, but there was a subtle smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. "You will believe. Time has a way of making you forget the truth."

---

Back in the True Existence, Ryuta couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed—something was wrong. He had spent years enduring death and rebirth in Fatal Existence, but now, it felt as if he was separated from everything he cared about. And the worst part—he didn't know what had happened to his friends.

He turned to Skyler, who was gazing at the empty landscape, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"I can't shake the feeling that… they're not just gone. Something's happened to them. I know it."

Skyler nodded, his gaze hardening. "We have to find out what happened. We're not just going to stand here and accept this world for what it is. We need to break this cycle."

But before they could formulate a plan, the air around them seemed to shift. Something was coming—something that would change everything.

---

Back in the black castle, tension built among Alexia, Roy, Merlin, Parker, Zhen, and Jay. They couldn't accept what the fake Ryuta was saying. This wasn't their friend. They knew it.

"What happened to the real Ryuta?" Zhen demanded, his voice laced with frustration.

The fake Ryuta only smiled coldly. "The world has changed. Time has rewritten itself. I am the true Ryuta now. The one who endured it all."

The group felt a rush of anger and confusion, but they were powerless in the face of this new reality. This wasn't the world they knew anymore.

---

As Ryuta and Skyler stood in the desolate landscape, they could feel the world shifting around them. Something—someone—was behind all of this. The Deity of Life, the one they had fought, was still pulling the strings from behind the scenes. Ryuta could feel the familiar pull of the battle. It wasn't over yet.

"I will find out the truth," Ryuta said, his voice filled with determination.

Skyler, sensing the same urgency, nodded. "Let's break the cycle, once and for all."

The fate of both True Existence and the black castle rested on the choices they made next.

And the question remained: who was the real Ryuta? And could they ever escape this twisted reality?

Chapter: True Existence Introduction

The world had shattered. Fatal Existence was no longer a place of death and decay; it was a memory. A place they had once fought to survive, only to find themselves torn from it—sent to a world eerily familiar yet wholly desolate. True Existence was not what they expected. It mirrored the real world in shape and structure, yet there was no life, no warmth, no signs of humanity.

For Ryuta and Skyler, trapped in this silent void, the weight of their past battles lingered in the air. The aftershocks of their fight with the Deity of Life reverberated, but they had no answers, no certainty. Skyler, the enigmatic Fool, stood by his side, his tarot power resonating with Ryuta's growing unease. Together, they faced a new, unsettling reality. But Ryuta couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong. His friends—his companions—were lost somewhere in this world, bound by something he couldn't comprehend.

Meanwhile, in the distant black castle, his friends awoke, facing an impossibility they couldn't grasp: a fake Ryuta who claimed time had passed, that the world had changed. The True Existence and the black castle were intricately connected, and the truth of their existence was buried deep within the fractured worlds. It was a race against time, against their own memories, and against the twisted reality they now found themselves in.

As the pieces of this broken world started to align, one truth stood clear—this wasn't the end. This was just the beginning of their journey to break the cycle.

(Skyler – The Fool

Skyler is a young and enigmatic figure, wielding the power of the Fool tarot card. At first glance, his appearance may seem unassuming, but his abilities are far from ordinary. Often misunderstood for his youthful naivety and carefree nature, Skyler hides a mind sharpened by experience far beyond his years. His power is one of unpredictability and potential—an embodiment of new beginnings, endless possibilities, and the courage to leap into the unknown.

Though he once appeared to be an ally only by chance, Skyler's true purpose is still unfolding. His tarot card represents a path filled with mistakes and lessons, but ultimately leading to profound growth. As he stands beside Ryuta in True Existence, Skyler's playful demeanor belies the weight of the destiny he carries—one that may be key to breaking the cycle of their shattered worlds.

In this strange, deserted world, Skyler's unwavering optimism may be the very thing that holds their future together. Yet, what path lies ahead for the Fool, and what cost will come with his journey?)

The Powers of The Fool

The Fool tarot card represents boundless potential and the power of new beginnings. Its abilities are unpredictable, often shaped by the user's journey rather than strict control. For Skyler, the Fool's power manifests as an unpredictable force that taps into the unknown—creating opportunities for growth, change, and transformation. He can manipulate energy in raw, primal ways, using its unpredictability to his advantage in battle. The Fool's power allows for sudden bursts of power, spontaneous creation, and moments of clarity, but with the cost of vulnerability and risk. It thrives on instinct and courage, embodying the spirit of taking leaps of faith into uncertainty.

As the dust settles from the explosion, a twisted laugh echoes from the distance—a sound that claws at the sanity of anyone who hears it. The air grows heavy with a sinister weight, and from the shadows, a figure steps forward, his smile wide, far too wide, stretching unnaturally across his face. His eyes gleam with madness, his voice dripping with malice.

"You thought I was gone? How quaint," Joker sneers, his tone dripping with mockery. "I never really leave. You see, I am the chaos that lingers when all else fades away. The laughter you hear? It's the sound of the world losing its grip, of reality cracking beneath its own weight. And you? You've all been dancing to my tune from the very start. You never stood a chance."

He steps closer, his movements erratic, like a puppet on broken strings. "I am the joke that never ends. The laughter that keeps you awake at night. The nightmare you'll never wake from. And now, my dear children, it's time for the final punchline."