Before leaping through the portal together, the warrior and the Son of Time Father exchanged a challenging look, leaving behind the wreckage of the train and the stunned spectators, venturing through time and space once again.

Emerging from the portal, they found themselves in a vastly different environment. A thick fog permeated the air, and the sounds of nature surrounded them. Far removed from the chaos of the train, they stood on a grassy hill, overlooking a serene valley.

Realizing they had been transported to another time period, the warrior and the Son of Time Father prepared for the next stage of their confrontation. The stakes had never been higher, with the understanding that only one of them would emerge victorious from this battle.

In this new setting, the clash between the warrior and the Son of Time Father took on a different tone. The open space allowed for more fluid movements and strategic positioning. They circled each other cautiously, their eyes engaged in a silent battle of wills.

The warrior's every move was calculated and precise, while the Son of Time Father utilized his mastery over time to gain an advantage. The clash of their weapons echoed in the valley, harmonizing with the rustle of leaves and the distant sounds of wildlife.

As the battle continued, a realization began to dawn on both warriors. Their struggle was not merely physical but symbolic, a conflict between opposing forces representing order and chaos, tradition and change.

With their swords colliding, their footsteps echoing deep into the ground, the Son of Time Father shouted with a voice trembling with anger, "Don't you realize, warrior! The order you are trying to create is filled with distortion!"

The warrior glared back, their swords clashing, their footsteps resounding, "I have no intention to heed orders from someone who is on my list. The pathetic pleas of your death will only bring you closer to it."

However, the Son of Time Father showed no intention of halting. The intensity in his glare mirrored the warrior's, indicating deeper intentions and goals than merely clashing with the warrior. His eyes shone with a sense of urgency, seeking salvation, both within his own heart and the warrior's.

"Don't you realize? The life, the goal, and the ambition you chased after aren't what you are searching for! You think I distort these realities and corrupt them, but look at you! You killed countless lives, murdered many! You didn't care about the distortion you created in my father's so-called 'order and salvation.' You are fighting against the very things you swore to protect one day!"

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Unyielding, the warrior did not step back. Despite the countless drops of blood shed in battle, he couldn't retreat. Every sacrifice made was for love, and so he persisted. He had to end this war, for many and himself.

With a final display of strength and resolve, the warrior launched a devastating attack that shook the Son of Time Father. His shield shattered with the force of the blow, leaving him defenseless for a brief moment.

Sensing victory close at hand, the warrior charged forward without hesitation. However, just as he was about to deliver the final strike, another portal appeared behind the Son of Time Father, the allure of escape calling once again.

"You aim to create a future for the wife you couldn't save. When will you realize, warrior, that time is greater than both of us? It is greater than my father, nor you!"

"Time may be powerful, but it won't stop me from reaching my dying wife. Your father won't be the one to dictate my fate."

"You killed many and changed lives that weren't your responsibility. One that wouldn't flinch even after somebody's death crumbled against somebody's fading life. You are inconsistent in life's sense, warrior. Not because you don't belong to nowhere, but you distort those you don't. Realize it already."

"I've made choices, and sacrifices for a purpose. I won't be swayed by your philosophical musings. My path is clear, and I will do what needs to be done."

"You attempted to distance yourself from your enemies, forging your path, yet found it impossible. Because it is impossible. You killed and altered, all to keep your path clear. But you failed to grasp that life and time possess an essence that will unfold regardless, exacting a toll on the actions you set in motion. You fail to understand, warrior; you believe life revolves around you, but it doesn't. We are integral parts of it, and our actions reverberate through both time and existence. The values we cherish, stand above us, like precious gems. Yet, we are the craftsmen who can shape them. But you warrior, you refuse that your sword, not only destroys lives, but destroys your path you carved too. You can't reflect on yourself, you are a broken gem. That is why you will falter to have the light."

"Life and time may have their essence, but I wield them to achieve my goals. I won't let anyone, not even time itself, stand in my way."

"It was your choice to direct the unforgiving time's power, but you used it mercilessly to kill others. You went against everything taught to you, not only by your wife but by your true enemies."

"Worth, morality, these are luxuries I can't afford. I fight for survival, and for a future for my loved one."

"Time, the very thing greater than you, is catching up to your actions. You will soon realize that you and I, nor my father, have no power against not taking an action. And you will see that your choices do matter a lot more than you neglect how they live to be."

As he left his body fell into the portal, he said his final words,

"Every value you neglect isn't something you discard, but destroy by neglecting. You will soon realize that, and when it does, it will be a disaster for you. I tried to warn you that your actions would be destroyed by neglecting and wanted to offer you at least to choose a path against the time's flow, but it seems you've made up your mind."