Tokyo : Before Dawn
The world was split between silence and storm.
Lightning crawled across the clouds like veins of light, painting the skyline in blue and red.
Every screen, every reflection, every shadow flickered with Kazuki's face not one, but many.
The fractures had begun.
Each version of him stepped out of a different timeline, a different failure.
Some wore rage like armor.
Some carried peace that had long died.
Some looked broken and some, terrifyingly whole.
From the tallest building, Drexon watched them appear one by one, his eyes glowing faintly crimson.
"Every decision creates a new Kazuki," he whispered.
"Every regret… a new weapon."
The sky answered with thunder.
Abandoned Street : Tokyo Outskirts
Kazuki stumbled through the rain.
His body still buzzed from the fight underground, his mind replaying that final image his older self disappearing into light.
Now, the echoes of that battle followed him.
Whispers in the air. Footsteps that weren't his.
And every few seconds, he saw flashes alternate versions of himself watching from the distance.
"You shouldn't be here," he muttered to the wind.
"None of you."
But they didn't disappear.
They were him just pulled from places he should never have gone.
Aeva found him standing in the middle of the empty street.
Her hair was soaked, her golden pulse glowing through her skin like living fire.
"Kazuki," she called softly.
"They're all you, aren't they?"
He turned, lightning crackling faintly around his eyes.
"Yeah. Every mistake. Every version that didn't make it."
She stepped closer.
"Then why are they here?"
"Because Drexon made sure they couldn't stay gone."
He looked up the clouds above were splitting apart like shattered glass.
"He opened the fractures. Now they're all bleeding into this world."
Meanwhile : The Crimson Tower
Drexon stood in front of a massive holographic sphere showing Tokyo's map.
Every red pulse marked an arrival point.
The Echoes behind him watched silently as the readings climbed.
"Seventy-three anomalies confirmed," one reported.
"Ninety by the next cycle."
Drexon smiled faintly.
"Good. Let them fight him. Let him fight himself. The war will make him what he's meant to be."
"And if he wins?"
Drexon turned slowly.
"Then the future wins with him."
The lights flickered red, and outside the tower, the storm reached its peak.
Downtown Tokyo : Moments Later
Kazuki and Aeva reached the main road and stopped.
The air shimmered.
From the distortion, figures began to emerge one after another.
Each Kazuki was different.
One wore a battle-worn suit, eyes cold as stone.
Another's lightning burned red, unstable, angry.
Another looked calm, almost divine energy swirling around him like haloed fire.
The streetlights exploded as they stepped forward.
"This can't be happening…" Aeva whispered.
"It's happening," Kazuki said.
"And they all think they're real."
One of the alternates spoke first.
"You're the root timeline," he said darkly.
"The one who caused it all."
Kazuki clenched his fists.
"I didn't cause anything."
"You did," another version hissed. "You survived. We didn't."
Aeva stepped in front of Kazuki.
"Stop! You're all the same"
"No," said the calm one his voice steady, deeper.
"We're not the same anymore."
In a flash of light, he moved faster than thought.
Kazuki barely dodged as a shockwave shattered the asphalt beneath them.
The war began.
The Fracture War
Speed met speed.
Lightning tore through Tokyo's streets, splitting glass and air alike.
Blue against gold, red against white every blow echoed like thunder.
Aeva shielded herself behind a burst of energy, watching in awe and horror.
There wasn't one Kazuki anymore.
There were dozens running across walls, leaping through time loops, striking each other so fast the world couldn't keep up.
One screamed in rage as he threw lightning that bent gravity.
Another appeared behind him, twisting the current, turning it into a blade of pure velocity.
The air smelled of ozone and blood.
Kazuki was losing track every move he made, another version matched.
Every thought, another mirrored.
It was like fighting a storm made of himself.
He landed hard, breathing ragged.
> "You can't all exist here!" he shouted.
"You'll tear the world apart!"
The red-eyed Kazuki grinned.
"Then maybe it's time the world tears with us."
He charged again his speed breaking the sound barrier.
Kazuki countered, lightning bursting from his palms, phasing through matter and striking true.
But when the dust cleared, the red-eyed version was gone replaced by two more.
"They're multiplying…" he muttered.
Aeva yelled from behind,
"You can't fight them all!"
"Then I'll have to do something worse."
He closed his eyes.
The world slowed.
Every heartbeat, every drop of rain, every flicker of light froze midair.
Inside that silence, Kazuki felt it the pull of the suit within him, the connection to all timelines.
"If you're all me," he whispered,
"then I can reach you."
White Void Inside the Speed Force
He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by light.
The others were there too hundreds of them, standing in stillness.
Each looked at him.
Some angry. Some hollow. Some hopeful.
Kazuki spoke quietly.
"We were never meant to destroy each other. We were meant to survive."
A fractured version stepped forward.
"Survive? We died so you could live. And you waste it hiding among humans."
Kazuki's expression hardened.
"I'm not hiding. I'm holding on."
He raised his hand and the lightning around him changed color, turning pure white.
"If Drexon made us all, then we can unmake what he started."
He extended his arm.
"Help me close the fractures."
For a moment, silence.
Then one by one, they stepped forward some hesitant, some defiant.
Until only the red-eyed Kazuki remained.
He smirked.
"You think you can fix this? You think light wins in every story?"
"No," Kazuki said softly. "But it does in mine."
They charged at each other, light colliding with shadow.
The impact shattered the void.
Tokyo : Sunrise
The storm broke.
Lightning faded.
One by one, the fractured Kazukis vanished dissolving into light, their energy returning to him.
Kazuki stood in the middle of the street, exhausted, eyes glowing faintly white-blue.
The city was still again.
Aeva ran to him, breathless.
"Is it over?"
He looked up at the brightening sky.
"For now."
But deep down, he knew something else had changed.
He could feel them all of them still inside him.
Whispering. Waiting.
And far above, Drexon watched from the tower, his eyes calm, his voice low.
"He united them."
"Good."
He turned to the last surviving Echo.
"Now he's strong enough for the truth."
Final Scene : Unknown Location
Somewhere beyond time, a dark figure moved inside a fractured corridor of light.
The air hummed with raw power.
The figure paused its outline glowing faintly white.
When it turned, its face was Kazuki's.
But older.
Darker.
"He's coming," the future self whispered.
"But so am I."