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“Well…shit.”
Three beings stood in front of the Celestial Clock, a fourth was desperately trying to repair it as it fell apart further, filling the grand hall it stood in with gears.
The being currently doing repairs looked to be a man with reddish hair and wearing glasses, a strange gray suit, and fedora. He called back, in an odd static and distant voice, “Don’t worry chums, I think I can fix it!”
One of the trio, an older lion headed man wearing black armor, sighed deeply, “He can’t fix it. So, what do we do Azorath?”
This was addressed to an elegant woman wearing a shimmering kimono that seemed to change colors and a Noh mask. She gestured with her hand towards a tapestry of the sixteen realms and back at the clock.
“...Okay, what do we do, Nish?”
Nish had the appearance of a dark haired young man and wore jeans and a black shirt. He shrugged.
Wil sighed, “You do realize that we need to figure this out, if we don’t want all sixteen realms to violently implode within the next solar week?”
Nish shrugged again.
“Helpful as always, the both of you. Ethren. Ethren!”
Ethren stopped his repairs and called back, “What Wil?”
“Any ideas?”
“Um…we fix the clock and end the realm?”
Wil snapped, “That won’t work, we established this as soon as the clock reappeared in our hall and shattered the moment you touched it! Any other ideas?!”
Ethren scratched his head and replied slowly, “I guess there's always the convergence. We release the remaining elemental powers and the people have a fighting chance until we figure this out or they all die and the realm goes black!”
Azorath hissed and Nish replied in a rasping voice, “”If the realm goes black, we lose more power and more control over the realms. If we release the elements, Ninjago’s time will be lengthened unnaturally and much fear and suffering will result for the people…”
Nish’s face twisted into a ghoulish grin and he laughed, “I am the God of Suffering and Fear. I vote for convergence.”
Wil nodded, “I am the deity of War and this will bring more wars into the world, giving me more power. Ethren?”
Ethren shifted and looked between his comrades before replying, “I am the God of Deception, of tricks! I vote for convergence as it is an ultimate deception, the illusion of survival!”
They all looked at Azorath, who bowed low and tilted her hands towards Wil.
He nodded and addressed the group, “The Goddess of Secrets cedes her vote to me and I vote for convergence. Azorath, open the gates!”
Azorath put her hands in her long sleeves and drew out a miniature of a gated temple, slowly drawing the gate open with a string. The hall flamed with light and one of the smaller tapestries changed into a window.
Ethren said cheerfully as he somehow managed to make his hat play upbeat swing music, “Lady and Gentlemen and the one in between, it’s time to start the show!”