"No more the Admiral for the New Anci, got it," came a voice from behind the stack of papers. The Relian leaned to the side, spotting the Head Agent in charge. The room was dimly lit, with holographic displays flickering around, showcasing various anomalies and containment cases.

Logan Jackson, the man addressed as the Head Agent, spun around in his chair. His presence demanded attention, and his rugged appearance spoke of a life of battles and triumphs. Around 30 years old, Logan had striking brown hair that fell in waves, framing his chiseled features. But what truly set him apart were his eyes – one cyan, the other completely white, a unique trait inherited from his battle with the Ridi, now Overmind, soldier Lord Losa.

His reputation preceded him, for Logan was not only a war hero but also a seasoned captain who had served through about 5-6 Multiversal wars. In each conflict, he had showcased exceptional leadership and unwavering bravery. The Anci Containment Unit was lucky to have him as their leader.

The Relian straightened up, giving Logan a respectful nod. "Of course, Agent Jackson. I'll make sure the message reaches everyone in the division. The Anci have a formidable leader in your place now."

Logan acknowledged the compliment with a brief nod, his focus never wavering. His eyes scanned the room, assessing the progress on various containment cases and projects. The responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he had never shied away from challenges before, and he wouldn't start now.

"We've had a few minor incidents recently," the Relian continued, referring to some containment breaches that had been dealt with promptly. "But your presence here has undoubtedly made a difference. The team is more focused, and morale has never been higher."

Logan's lips quirked into a half-smile. He appreciated the recognition but knew that the true strength of the Anci Containment Unit lay in its collective effort. "I'm just one part of this team, and every member contributes to our success. We must stay vigilant. The New Anci may be safe for now, but we cannot afford to be complacent."

The Relian nodded in agreement, fully aware of the consequences of underestimating the Anci's capabilities. These beings were powerful, with abilities that transcended the limits of this reality. But with Logan's experience and strategic mind at the helm, they stood a fighting chance against these interdimensional threats.

As the Head Agent, Logan knew that his duty extended far beyond protecting a single universe. He was tasked with safeguarding the multiverse itself, preventing potential cataclysms that could endanger all existence. It was a burden that he willingly carried, for he had seen firsthand the devastating consequences of unchecked Multiversal activity.

With each war he had endured, Logan had grown stronger, not just in power, but in wisdom. He knew the cost of conflict and understood the value of preserving the delicate balance between dimensions.

The Relian watched Logan with admiration, knowing that the fate of countless lives rested on his capable shoulders. The Head Agent's dedication to his duty and his fellow agents inspired everyone around him. Logan decided to walk out of his office on the top of the ACU Tower, and took a lift to the lower levels.

Logan Jackson strolled through the bustling Level 9 of the Anci Containment Unit headquarters, where the Multiversal Scanning Equipment was housed. The room hummed with activity as technicians monitored the intricate displays and manipulated the advanced machinery. Logan's cyan and white eyes darted from one screen to another, taking in the complex data streaming in from different dimensions.

As he approached one of the scanning stations, he spotted Zeek Taurus, a Machinik whom he had created during the 3rd Multiversal War. Logan had designed Zeek to be a reliable and adaptable ally, and the sentient robot had proven his worth in countless missions. Over the recent years, Zeek had evolved from an highly trained fighter, into a skilled technician, responsible for maintaining and improving the scanning equipment.

"Zeek," Logan called out with a warm smile, "how's everything running?"

Zeek turned to face Logan, his metallic features displaying a mix of pride and diligence. "All systems are operational, Agent Jackson. The upgrades you implemented have significantly enhanced our scanning capabilities. I must say, I quite enjoy tinkering with these machines."

"I knew you would," Logan replied, patting Zeek's metallic shoulder. "You've always had a knack for technology. The Machinik race truly is a remarkable creation."

Zeek's mechanical eyes glowed with gratitude. "Thank you for the compliment, Agent Jackson. I am proud to serve in this capacity."

As they walked away from the scanning station, Logan and Zeek engaged in a casual conversation about their lives after the Multiversal wars. Zeek shared how he had adapted to his newfound passion for technology and how he relished the chance to contribute to the containment unit in this way. Logan, on the other hand, spoke about the challenges of transitioning from a war hero to a leader responsible for keeping the multiverse safe during times of peace.

"I have to admit," Logan confessed, "it was quite an adjustment. But I've come to realize that there are other ways to protect and serve. Our work here, ensuring the Anci stay protected, is just as vital as our battles during the wars."

Zeek nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, the threat may have changed, but our dedication remains unwavering. We must stay vigilant, for the safety of the multiverse depends on it."

Their conversation turned more personal as they reminisced about their fallen friend, Vonn Askew, who had fought alongside them during the 3rd Multiversal War. Vonn had been a remarkable ally, brimming with courage and charisma, but he had made the ultimate sacrifice to save countless lives.

"I miss Vonn every day," Logan said, his voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "He was a true hero and a dear friend. We must honor his memory by continuing to protect what he fought for."

Zeek's robotic features shifted, displaying a mixture of empathy and sadness. "Vonn's sacrifice will never be forgotten. His legacy lives on in the hearts of those he inspired, and we carry his spirit with us in every mission we undertake."

Logan smiled gratefully at Zeek's understanding. "You're right, Zeek. We carry on, in his memory and for the countless lives we aim to protect."

As the night descended upon the ACU, Logan retired to his quarters, seeking a few hours of rest before the new day's challenges. Sleep came slowly, and when it did, he found himself drifting into a realm of haunting memories.

In his dreams, the battlefield of the 7th Multiversal War unfolded once more. The Newly-reunited Ridi Armada stood formidable, led by the merciless Lolin Jackion. The battle was fierce, and Logan fought with all his might alongside his loyal comrades, including his dear friend, Vonn Askew.

The memories of that fateful day flooded Logan's mind. The clash of powers, the roar of battleships, and the cries of fallen soldiers echoed in his ears. He saw Vonn, his unwavering ally, facing Lolin Jackion with unyielding determination. The confrontation was intense, and despite Vonn's valor, he couldn't withstand the sheer might of the Ridi leader.

Logan relived the heart-wrenching moment when Vonn was dismantled before his very eyes. He could do nothing but watch in despair as his dear friend fell in the line of duty, fighting for a cause greater than himself.

In the midst of the turmoil, Logan's memories shifted to another moment in time, long before Vonn was a machine. It was during the 2nd Multiversal War, and Logan, still young and inexperienced, had just met Vonn on the battlefield. Back then, Vonn was an Eternal Strategist, full of life and bravery.

Their meeting had been unexpected, and yet, a bond formed between them almost instantly. They had saved each other's lives countless times, forging an unbreakable connection that transcended the boundaries of war and species. Logan dreamt about how they stormed the Dark Castle of Kelos, how Vonn was killed, and how Logan brought him back as a Machinik

As the dream progressed, Logan found himself reliving Vonn's final moments. The pain of loss was as raw as it had been on that tragic day. Vonn had been a loyal friend, a trusted confidant, and someone who had always stood by Logan's side, regardless of the odds.

"I'm with you till the end, Sir- I mean, Logan," Vonn's voice echoed in his dream, his final words etched into Logan's heart forever.

The dream took a darker turn as Logan remembered the Ridi Dreadnought, the massive warship that had nearly cost him his life. He recalled how, in a desperate attempt to save the multiverse, he had sent the Dreadnought hurtling into a dimension of frozen time. The price for such a maneuver had been steep, freezing Logan in a stasis that lasted for thousands of years.

Yet, despite the agonizing trials he endured, the New Anci had eventually discovered their long-lost leader and brought him back to the Capitol. Logan emerged from his frozen slumber, unaware of how much time had passed.

As the night drew to a close, Logan woke from his dream with a heavy heart and tear-streaked eyes. The memories of war and loss weighed on him, but they also fueled his resolve to protect the multiverse and honor the sacrifice of his fallen friend, Vonn Askew.

The ground shook, and Logan sensed something was wrong. Looking out the window, Logan saw the Capitol Headquarters in flames. Panic and confusion overtook Logan, as he quickly rushed to his desk and activated an emergency intercom.

“Call all active agents, the New Anci Headquarters has been attacked! I repeat, it has been attacked!” Logan called, his voice echoing throughout the Tower. Many agents looked up, and most of them set off towards the Capitol, eager to get the situation under control.

After nearly 80% of the ACU had left the Tower, however, the real attack began. Logan heard a crashing sound, before smoke rushed past his windows. There, several enemy troop transport ships were opening fire on the Tower. Knowing that this was the true attack, Logan slammed his hand in the emergency Lockdown and Defence lever, activating the red lights and alarms.

As Logan Jackson made his way through the smoke-filled corridors, he could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. The unknown enemy had caught them off guard, and his heart sank as he witnessed the carnage left in their wake. Fallen agents lay scattered across the floors, their sacrifices a stark reminder of the dangers they faced.

Determined to protect whatever survivors remained, Logan quickly donned his Underium Shirt and Pants, the advanced attire that provided him enhanced protection. He pulled on his old, blue coat, the garment that had accompanied him through countless battles, and placed a metal headpiece on his forehead, an accessory that augmented his natural abilities of sight.

With grim determination, he sprinted towards the tower's highest floor, where the lab was located. The enemy's true intentions remained a mystery, and Logan knew that he had to gather any information he could. The lab contained vital data and research that must not fall into the wrong hands.

Amid the chaos, he spotted a few remaining agents holding their ground against the attackers, providing cover for others to escape. Logan nodded to them, acknowledging their bravery, but he knew that he couldn't afford to join the fray just yet. He had to reach the lab first.

As he ascended to the 18th floor, the intensity of the confrontation below began to fade. The enemy seemed more interested in ransacking the Tower's main floors, leaving a path of destruction in their wake. Logan reached the lab, and with swift movements, he retrieved a secured data chip containing critical information about the New Anci and potential weaknesses the enemy could exploit. Logan also grabbed a wrist shield, a backpack, and a metal suitcase.

His thoughts were clouded with grief and anger as he realized the extent of the betrayal. Someone had orchestrated this attack, someone who knew the ACU's inner workings and vulnerabilities. But there was no time for contemplation; his priority was to survive this onslaught and protect the knowledge that could endanger countless lives if misused.

In the lab, Logan found a hidden escape route that led to the rooftop of the tower. As he emerged into the open air, he was met with the acrid smell of smoke and the distant sounds of gunfire below. The Tower was under siege, and he was its last line of defense.

He gazed out at the cityscape below, a stark reminder of all he had fought to protect. His comrades, his friends, and innocent lives were at stake. Logan took a deep breath, his emotions suppressed, and his resolve sharpened to a razor's edge.

With the data chip secured in a hidden compartment within his coat, he activated a communicator, sending a distress signal to the remaining agents who could still hear him. "Regroup at the rendezvous point," he urged them, "Stay alive and fight your way to the rooftop. We have to get out of here."

As the ACU agents battled their way to the top, Logan scanned the horizon for any signs of their attackers. He knew that they couldn't stay on the rooftop for long, as it was only a matter of time before the enemy traced their location.

Gripping the metal headpiece on his forehead, he steeled himself for what lay ahead. The unknown enemy had made a grave mistake by underestimating the resilience of the Anci and their leader. And as the survivors reached the rooftop, Logan's eyes blazed with determination, ready to lead his people through this night of terror and exact vengeance upon those who dared to threaten their home.

The rooftop doors burst off their hinges, and men in black armour came rushing out, their Plasma Guns pointed at Logan. Enemy forces closed in, and Logan knew that he was running out of time. His mind raced, searching for a solution that could save his people and turn the tide of the battle.

With the data chip containing critical information secured within his coat, Logan knew that he couldn't risk it falling into enemy hands. And then it struck him – the Experimental Trans-Dimensional Rift device he collected from the lab below. It was a high-risk option, but it might be their only chance at survival.

"Get back!" Logan shouted to his fellow agents as he activated the device. The rooftop trembled as the rift began to open, and just as he did, he felt a searing pain in his side. He had been shot by an enemy who had managed to close the distance during the chaos.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Logan stumbled backward, losing his balance as the rift's energy pulled at him. He fought against the darkness threatening to consume him, mustering every ounce of strength to stay conscious. He knew that if he were to fall now, the data chip would be lost, and the ACU might be doomed.

With a final surge of determination, Logan dived into the rift just as it began to close behind him. The world around him dissolved into a kaleidoscope of swirling colors and fractured realities. The sensation was disorienting, and he felt like he was being torn apart and reassembled all at once.

As the rift sealed shut, Logan found himself tumbling through an unknown dimension, his body battered and wounded. The turmoil of the trans-dimensional journey made it difficult to maintain his grip on reality, but he clung to consciousness, driven by the hope of survival and the duty to protect his people.

The sensation didn’t last long, as the swirling, purple fires of the Rift peeled away, leaving only blue sky. Logan quickly looked around. He was falling: that was certain. But the Argon Energy in the area around him felt off. Looking down, Logan saw that he was heading for a forest at high speed. Thinking quickly, Logan activated his wrist shield, and braced for the impact.

The darkness closed in as Logan hit the forest floor.

As Logan's consciousness slowly returned, he found himself lying in a dense forest, surrounded by the remnants of his gear. His head throbbed, and his body ached from the tumultuous journey through the Experimental Trans-Dimensional Rift. He groaned, trying to piece together what had happened.

His eyes fell upon his trusty shield, now dented and scratched from the impact with the ground. The shield had been a reliable companion in countless battles, and its current state was a testament to the force of his unexpected arrival in this unfamiliar dimension.

With a deep breath, Logan pushed himself up, wincing as he felt the pain coursing through his body. He was grateful that his Underium Shirt and Pants had provided some protection, but they couldn't shield him from the shock of such a landing.

As he tried to collect his thoughts, he noticed his suitcase, which held crucial weaponary, lodged high up in a tree. The contents were secure, at least, but retrieving the case would require some effort.

Summoning what strength he could muster, Logan rose to his feet and walked toward the tree. His blue coat was torn, swaying with each step, its familiar weight offering a sense of grounding in this unfamiliar place. His metal headpiece glinted in the dappled sunlight filtering through the forest canopy.

He inspected the tree, realizing it was too high for him to reach without assistance. Logan grunted with frustration; he needed that gear if he had any hope of finding a way back to the ACU or uncovering who was behind the attack.

Surveying his surroundings, Logan noticed a long branch nearby, sturdy enough to be used as an impromptu tool. He grabbed the branch, testing its weight before hurling it upward to dislodge the suitcase. It took a few attempts, but eventually, the branch struck the case, sending it tumbling down to the forest floor.

Relief washed over Logan as he caught the suitcase. He opened it, ensuring that the gear was intact, and then secured it within his coat once more. The contents that it contained was too valuable to be left unguarded.

With the immediate crisis averted, Logan took a moment to assess his situation. He was in an unknown realm, separated from his team, and unsure of the dangers that lurked in this forest. Survival required caution and a clear head.

Despite the pain and weariness, Logan knew he couldn't afford to rest for long. He had to find a way to navigate this dimension, discover its secrets, and ultimately return to the ACU to face the unknown enemy responsible for the attack on the Capitol.

Determined to make the best of his situation, Logan pushed forward into the forest, using his skills and instincts to guide him. With every step, he steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead, his resolve unwavering in the face of adversity. The forest was a mystery, but Logan Jackson was no stranger to the unknown. He would survive, and he would find a way to bring justice to those who had threatened his home and his people.

As Logan gingerly navigated through the forest, the pain from his plasma burn serving as a constant reminder of the trials he had endured, he couldn't help but feel a heightened sense of alertness. The unfamiliar environment and the recent attack had made him wary of any potential threats.

When he heard rustling in the nearby bushes, his hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, but before he could draw it, two wolf-like creatures emerged from the undergrowth. Their wooden forms and piercing eyes marked them as something unusual, unlike any creatures he had encountered before.

His Dark Magic surged within him, and with a practiced gesture, his sword materialized in his hands. Gripping it firmly, Logan prepared to defend himself. He had encountered various adversaries in the past, but wooden creatures were entirely new territory.

The wolves circled him, their movements fluid and coordinated. They appeared to be guardians of this forest, and Logan was intruding into their territory. He remained cautious, observing them closely to discern any patterns or weaknesses.

As they continued to circle, Logan noticed a certain glimmer in their eyes, an intelligence that suggested these creatures were more than mere beasts. He took a step back, hoping to avoid any confrontation, but the wolves' demeanor remained unwavering.

With his weapon in hand, Logan engaged the wooden wolves, anticipating their moves as they lunged at him. The wolves were agile and formidable, their wooden bodies displaying an uncanny strength. Each clash was a test of skill and determination, and Logan fought with a focus honed through years of combat experience.

For a brief moment, he thought he had gained the upper hand, managing to land a well-placed strike that seemed to incapacitate one of the wolves. However, to his astonishment, the defeated wolf began to reform itself, its wooden body seamlessly knitting back together.

Logan's eyes widened in surprise as the wolves showed their resilience, and his heart raced as he realized that this was not an ordinary encounter. These creatures were unlike anything he had faced before.

Realizing that defeat was not an option, Logan made a quick decision to try and escape their relentless pursuit. Channeling his agility and mastery of parkour, he leaped and dodged through the dense forest, using the terrain to his advantage.

Despite his impressive maneuvers, the wooden wolves were relentless in their pursuit. Their determination to protect their territory was matched only by Logan's resolve to survive. He pushed himself to the limits, vaulting over fallen trees and navigating through narrow gaps with unmatched precision.

But the wolves were fast and cunning, and despite his best efforts, one of them managed to tackle him, causing him to crash to the ground. The wolf sank its wooden teeth into Logan's leg, and he gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to let out a cry. He knew that showing weakness now would only embolden the creatures further.

Drawing upon his Dark Magic once again, Logan summoned a burst of energy that threw the attacking wolf off him. He quickly scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured leg, and continued his desperate attempt to evade the relentless pursuit.

Every step felt like an eternity, his body tiring, but he couldn't give in. The stakes were too high, and his determination to survive burned brighter than ever. He needed to find a way out of this forest and back to the ACU. The data chip in his coat was a constant reminder of the responsibility he carried, even in this treacherous realm.

With the wolves still hot on his trail, Logan pressed on, driven by the knowledge that the survival of the ACU and the multiverse depended on his escape. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he pushed himself to the limits of his abilities.

Through the dense foliage and over treacherous terrain, Logan fought to maintain his footing, hoping to outmaneuver the relentless creatures pursuing him. As he continued to run, his mind raced, seeking a way to gain the upper hand and turn the tide of this unexpected battle.

In this unfamiliar realm, Logan Jackson, the Anci war hero, was now faced with a fight for his life against enigmatic adversaries. The outcome was uncertain, but he remained steadfast in his determination to protect his people and return to the ACU, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

As the wooden monsters closed in on him, Logan knew he had to act swiftly. Drawing upon his Dark Magic, he channeled the energy within him, forming a blazing fireball in his hand. With a forceful throw, he launched the fireball at the approaching creatures, and upon impact, the wolves erupted into flames.

The wolves howled in pain as they caught fire, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack. The flames provided a much-needed diversion, buying Logan precious time to escape. He wasted no time, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to sprint away from the burning wolves.

Despite his injured leg, he pushed himself to his limits, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The pain was numbed by his determination to survive and the dire need to reach safety. He spotted a hollowed tree trunk nearby and didn't hesitate to dart into it, using the tree's natural shelter to hide from the still-recovering timberwolves.

In the confines of the tree trunk, Logan reached into a hidden compartment of his coat and pulled out a small needle filled with pain-killers. He quickly jabbed it into his injured leg, delivering the numbing relief he needed to dull the agony temporarily.

The pain-killers took effect swiftly, easing the throbbing pain in his leg. Breathing a sigh of relief, Logan focused on steadying his breathing and composing himself. He knew that he couldn't stay hidden for long; he had to formulate a plan to escape this dangerous forest and find his way back to the ACU.

As he caught his breath, Logan's mind raced, analyzing the situation and weighing his options. He had to find a way to outmanoeuvre the creatures and reach safety. With a sense of caution, Logan steeled himself for what lay ahead. He knew that there were more challenges to overcome, more mysteries to unravel in this unfamiliar dimension. But he was a seasoned warrior, and he had faced overwhelming odds before.

Carefully, he peeked out from the tree trunk, making sure the coast was clear before venturing out again. The flames from the wooden wolves' earlier encounter had dissipated, and the forest was eerily quiet.

Moving with cautious determination, Logan charted a new course, seeking a path away from the wolves and toward a potential escape route. The adrenaline still surged within him, but he focused on maintaining control, using his skills and wits to navigate through this treacherous terrain.

As he moved forward, the echoes of the wolves' howls lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the danger he faced. But Logan Jackson was no stranger to danger, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to survive and return to the ACU, where the safety of the multiverse depended on his success. After what seemed like hours, Logan spotted a small river. By this point, his adrenaline was gone, and Logan was using his sword to limp along.

Energy gone, Logan collapsed by the river bank. Looking at his reflection, Logan saw that his face was bloodied and covered in sweat and dirt. Lifting his Underium shirt, Logan started to put water in the burn. Upon impact, he cried out in extreme pain. But Logan knew it had to be done, so he kept going. Tears were filling his eyes as Logan kept washing his wound. Soon, the burn stopped hurting, and Logan observed the flow of the river.

There were bits of red in the water, as it was carried away. Logan, who was slowly reaching his exhaustion limit, got up, and followed the river, limping with each step. The more he followed it, the thinner the forest got. Soon, Logan felt the ground rushing up to him, and Logan let the darkness come creeping in. At least he was out of the woods.

”Who is’t art thee?” came a voice in the darkness. Logan opened his eyes, seeing that he was surrounded by darkness. Logan looked around, but there was nothing to look at. Alert, Logan attempted to summon his sword. It never appeared. Now, Logan was more concerned than confused.

“Who’s there?” He yelled into the darkness, hoping to scare whatever it was off. But Logan saw movement from the corner of his eye. Turning quickly, Logan was now face to face with a large, midnight-coloured horse.

Princess Luna had just lowered the moon. Everypony was heading to sleep. Luna didn’t mind that most ponies didn’t enjoy her moon more than her sister’s sun. But for now, Luna had another duty to do. Quickly, Luna had entered the Dream Realm, where she could check in on her subject’s dreams and protect them from nightmares.

Princess Luna gracefully traversed the ethereal landscape of the Dream Realm, her luminous mane flowing like a river of stars as she glided through the dreams of her subjects. It was a duty she cherished, ensuring that everypony could rest peacefully and be protected from the nightmarish terrors that lurked in the realm of dreams.

As she wandered through the dreams, she found herself drawn to an unusual sight. In the distance, she spotted an old, wooden door with cracked paint, standing amidst the ever-changing dreamscape. Curiosity piqued, Luna floated closer to inspect the door. On its weathered surface were several crudely drawn symbols, unfamiliar to her. Princess Luna was well-versed in many forms of magic, but these symbols seemed to elude her understanding.

Before she could ponder further, a cacophony of shouts and screams erupted from within the door, followed by the sounds of explosions. Concerned for the dream's well-being, Luna immediately recognized that something was amiss. This was no ordinary dream; it was more like a distorted realm of chaos and danger.

Realizing that somepony was in distress, Luna hesitated for only a moment before deciding to enter the door. With a gentle touch, she pushed it open, stepping into a world of vivid colors and swirling emotions.

As Luna ventured deeper, she found herself in an ever-shifting landscape that seemed to defy logic and reason. Explosions of light and sound surrounded her, creating a chaotic and disorienting atmosphere. She called out, her voice echoing through the dream, hoping to find the one who was experiencing this turmoil.

"Is th're anypony h're? I am princess luna, the guardian of dreams. I seeketh to bringeth peace and protection to all within the realm of dreams. If 't be true thee can heareth me, bewray yourself," Luna called out, her voice steady despite the chaos around her. The door slammed shut, startling her and making the Princess of the Night turn. That’s when the voices kicked in.

“Fool! You really think I came unprepared?”
“Now’s not the time!”
“Prepare a counterattack.”
“Get down!”
“Many would be delighted in your death.”
“Stand up, creetin! Give me a proper fight!”
“Not even the Anci can save your wretched ‘ACU’ now!”

Luna listened as the voices increased, following many screams. Flashes flew past, showing images. Luna instantly knew that this wasn’t a dream: this was somepony’s memories. Most of the memories seemed to be from one angle. Others, showed a hairless, Minotaur like creature in-front of a mirror.

“Who is’t art thee?” Luna asked out, as the surroundings went dark. There, in the middle of it all, was a mostly hairless Minotaur. It had pale skin, a bunch of long, brown hair on top of its head. It wore black clothes and a blue coat. The creature appeared to be injured and bruised. The creature froze, spinning around as it was trying to spot something: locate her.

Luna stepped out of the darkness, and the creature spun to face her. Luna now saw that this thing had one cyan eye, and one eye that had both a white pupil and white iris. It was blind in one eye. “We apologise for startling thou. We are Princess Luna.” She said, extending a hoof to the creature.

It merely just watched her, as it opened its mouth. “Deku kya ret ká Locan.” It replied, it’s language unknown to Luna. Now, Luna looked at it confused, as it swallowed and tried to speak again. “Deku…. H-hello. Kya….. My… Name is…. Logan.” It said, in a male voice. Luna tilted her head slightly, trying to read the thing’s eyes.

“Thou have not answered our question.” Luna reminded the creature, who was now a him. The male… thing tilted his head downwards slightly, as his eyes flickered back and forth, as if reading a book page. “Ajarnt…. Agent Jaxsion- Jackson. I work máe- for mó ACU.”

Luna looked puzzled. The male seemed to struggle while speaking English. “Eákû sy rega?” The male asked, and Luna was more confused than before. There has to be a language barrier… Luna thought, sighing. The area shifted, as the male now clutched at his head, groaning in pain. Luna watched as dark fog rolled in. Memories played in the background, constantly shifting and showing the male suffer.

A house fire, with a child screaming. From what Luna could tell, she could only presume that the voice was the male, and that the burning house was his family’s. Another memory shifted, this time with the male being dragged down a hallway. He was wearing some sort of uniform, red with black details. Luna watched in horror as the male’s voice was screaming in the memory: as something white and glowing was pressed into the knuckles of his blunt claws. Another image showed another creature, also male, impaled by a metal rod. This male wasn’t the one she was looking at, however. But this one wore a black uniform with a dark blue coat.

More memories flashed, as Luna saw atrocities after atrocities. Monster after monster. The metal being, the dark figure with a green mask, so much death. Luna felt her heart plummet from how much this male had suffered throughout his life.

“Who are you?” Came a voice, crystal clear. Luna panicked, turning around and searching for the source. The voice obviously wasn’t the male’s, since it was deeper and more serious. Luna kept searching, calling out to it. “We are Princess Luna of the Night. Who are thou, and why do you plague this mind?”

The voice laughed, before images flashed before the alicorn. The fog condensed, and a male with pale blue hair emerged. Now, another figure was not normal, but it was the eyes that concerned Luna. The second male had red eyes with black sclera. Two crimson horns extruded from his forehead, and dark, fiery wings erupted from its back.

“I am the Angel of Darkness. I apologise for my host’s behaviour, but it seems he cannot control his thoughts in his current condition.” He said, and Luna glanced over at the first male, who was now settling down. She then returned her gaze to the being. “Angel of Darkness? Thou shares a name with a creature of myth. Why do thou use that name?” Luna asked, curious if this entity was the one she had heard legends about.

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The Angel brought a smile to his facial features. It appears that even now, several trillion years old, he still had some stories about himself scattered throughout the Omniverse. And this midnight blue horse Pony, actually must’ve caught the rumours. The Angel of Darkness observed Princess Luna with an enigmatic gaze. It was not often that beings from different realms interacted, but here he stood before the Alicorn of the Night, witnessing her power firsthand. The legends surrounding him were true, and the fact that Luna knew of his name intrigued him.

"Indeed, the name 'Angel of Darkness' is a title I have earned over countless eons," the Angel replied, his voice carrying an ancient wisdom. "Throughout the Omniverse, I have been both feared and revered. My existence spans worlds and dimensions, and I have witnessed the rise and fall of civilisations."

Luna listened intently, her celestial eyes locked onto the enigmatic being before her. There was an air of authority and mystery about him that commanded respect. The memories she had seen in the male's mind now made sense; he was an ancient entity linked to the one who bore his name.

"Thy host, Logan, appears to be in great turmoil. What afflicts him?" Luna inquired, her concern for the male evident. She knew that the mind was a delicate thing, and she couldn't ignore the suffering she had witnessed in his memories.

The Angel's expression softened, and he cast a compassionate gaze at Logan, who seemed to have calmed down from his earlier distress. "Logan is a complex soul, one who has experienced immense hardship throughout his existence. He has served as an agent of the ACU, tasked with defending the multiverse from unimaginable threats."

"Yet, his mind carries the weight of his past, a burden that grows heavier with each memory," the Angel added. As Princess Luna and the Angel of Darkness conversed, the enigmatic being revealed a crucial aspect of his presence in Logan's mind. "Logan allowed me access to his thoughts and memories," the Angel explained, "and in doing so, he granted me a unique existence, keeping me alive within the vast depths of his consciousness."

“However,” the Angel began, scratching his head in nervousness. “I can kind of… control his body whenever he is killed. I use Dark Magic while in-control to… repair and heal him.” He finished, leaving Luna confused.

With a sense of reverence, the Angel delved into Logan's memories, revealing the harsh reality of his life. He recounted how Logan had lived a life of constant war, fighting through numerous Multiversal conflicts, losing loved ones and witnessing the devastation caused by the battles. Logan's family had tragically perished in a devastating house fire, leaving him with the burden of grief and responsibility.

The Angel continued to share the heartbreaking revelation of Logan's sister survived the fire, being brainwashed and sent to the future, where she became a pawn in a plot to kill him. Such betrayal from someone he held dear only added to the weight of Logan's past, leaving emotional scars that refused to heal.

As the Angel narrated, Luna listened with a heavy heart, her compassion for Logan growing with every tragic detail. She could now understand the turmoil that plagued his dreams and the nightmares that haunted him.

"And then came the day when Logan, in an act of selflessness, sacrificed himself to save countless lives," the Angel continued, recounting how Logan bravely faced a Ridi mothership and sent it into the void, where it remained for 3000 years. During that time, Logan was frozen, isolated from everything he had ever known.

"He lost everything, including the passage of time itself," the Angel expressed, "and it changed him. Logan emerged from the void as a powerful, living legend, a living testament to the relentless force of time and war."

Luna nodded in solemn understanding, realizing the weight of Logan's experiences that had shaped him into the individual he was today. The night princess felt a newfound respect and admiration for the resilience of the Anci war hero.

"He carries the burden of survival, the weight of immortality, and the memories of a thousand battles," the Angel said, his voice filled with empathy. "In many ways, Logan has become a true living legend, a being forever entwined with the struggles and victories of the Multiverse."

As Luna took in the gravity of Logan's life, she felt a sense of kinship with the man who had endured so much. She recognised that he bore a unique responsibility, standing as a symbol of hope and protection for the multiverse, even as he grappled with the scars of his past.

"He is a beacon of light and strength, despite the darkness that has shrouded his life," Luna remarked, her heart touched by the resilience of the warrior she had seen in his dreams.

The Angel of Darkness nodded as he listened to Luna's words and then turned his attention to Logan. With a profound understanding of the Multiverse and its myriad languages, the Angel began to decipher Logan's speech, translating the ancient tongue known as "Standard English" used across the realms.

"Logan speaks in Old Eternal, a language that dates back to the earliest ages of the Multiverse," the Angel explained. "It is a powerful and ancient language, and very few beings can comprehend its intricacies. Fortunately, I possess the knowledge to interpret it into your tongue.”

Logan looked back and forth between the two, his face understanding. “Eákû ká mó šintá?” Logan asked, and the Angel took a second to reply. “He says ‘What is this place.’.” The Angel translated, and Luna nodded. “Thou are in Equestria, ruled by my sister and we.”

Luna looked in fascination of the Angel's ability to understand and translate the archaic language. It was clear that Logan's connection with the ancient tongue was deeply rooted in his past, further testament to the depths of his experiences.

As they continued to observe Logan's dream, the Angel shared more insights about the Anci war hero. "Logan is not just a skilled warrior; he is surrounded by Dark Magic, one of the three foundational Powers that contributed to the creation and assembly of the Multiverse."

"In the hierarchy of powers, Light Magic is the most common and accessible to many beings," the Angel explained. "It embodies the essence of purity, goodness, and illumination. Dark Magic, on the other hand, delves into the realm of shadows and the mysteries of the night. It holds immense power and has the capacity to shape dreams and nightmares."

"The final and most potent force is Void Magic, a rarity even among the most powerful beings," the Angel continued. "It embodies nothingness and the endless void, capable of both creation and destruction on a cosmic scale."

Luna absorbed this knowledge, understanding the profound implications of these three fundamental powers. She had encountered both Light and Dark Magic throughout her existence, but the notion of Void Magic being so rare intrigued her.

As the dream began to fade, and Logan stirred in his slumber, Princess Luna turned to the Angel of Darkness with a sense of determination. "Fear not, for I shall find both thee and Logan, and bring you to the safety of out castle." she vowed.

The Angel nodded gratefully, his red eyes meeting Luna's compassionate gaze. "Your kindness and willingness to aid us do not go unnoticed, Princess Luna," he acknowledged. "It is rare to find one so caring and understanding of beings from other realms. We are grateful for your assistance."

Logan smiled, happy that they could find a place to recovery and hope for the best. “Inár gömdar, Luna.” Logan said, bowing to the royal alicorn of the Night. “That means thank you.” The Angel translated. Luna smiled warmly, her ethereal presence emanating a calming aura. "It is my duty as the guardian of dreams to protect all who traverse the realm of slumber," she replied. "And I do so not only as a princess but also as a being who seeks to bring comfort and solace to those who have endured great struggles."

With the dream realm fading, Luna prepared to return to her own realm and continue her watchful guardianship over the dreams of all living beings. But she made a silent promise to herself that she would not rest until she had found the mysterious Angel of Darkness and the Anci war hero, Logan.