The world outside was teeming with activity, the undercurrent of tension thickening as everyone moved according to their roles. But for Moxie, the calm before the storm had a different focus—he was alone in a secret lab, immersed in his research. Here, in the isolation of hidden chambers, Moxie was experimenting with something far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

He stood in front of a rift that seemed to pulse with raw, otherworldly energy. Wrath’s gifts had proven invaluable—his secret, high-level reality manipulation abilities had allowed Moxie to open a portal into the 4th dimension, something no one had ever dared attempt before. Moxie smiled as he tested the rift’s limits, watching it warp and distort the space around it in ways that defied understanding. The more he worked with it, the more control he gained. It was like nothing he had ever encountered.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the subtle shifts in the fabric of reality. Moxie understood the rift well, but its mechanics eluded him. It wasn’t just a portal; it was something far more intricate—a thread woven into the very essence of space itself. He ran his fingers along the energy, carefully manipulating it, stretching and folding the rift, bending it to his will. No one else could do this. He had mastered something that defied the laws of nature.

While exploring the rift, Moxie began to read through books on dimensional theory, hunting for any clue that might lead him to understand this phenomenon better. Pages upon pages of ancient texts passed under his fingers, but none of it seemed to answer the most important question: *Why was the rift like this?* There were mentions of the gods, of their battles with entities beyond comprehension, but Moxie’s focus remained on the rift’s manipulation.

As he scanned a particularly worn book, something unexpected occurred. The rift, which had been stable until then, began to pulse erratically. At first, it was barely noticeable, a shift in the air, a slight distortion. But then, to Moxie's alarm, the rift began to erase things around it. It wasn’t just altering reality—it was actively *destroying* it. Books, equipment, even the very walls of the lab seemed to be on the verge of vanishing.

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Moxie’s reflexes kicked in before the erasure could spread any further. He moved with blinding speed, his aura flaring as he shielded the lab’s contents from being wiped out. The rift was powerful—perhaps too powerful. But Moxie was no slouch, and he quickly regained control, slowing the rift’s destructive progression until it was manageable again.

His eyes narrowed as he refocused. There was a dangerous element to this rift, one that he wasn’t fully prepared for. But that didn’t deter him. In fact, it intrigued him even more. As he regained his composure, Moxie returned to the books, now skimming through sections about gods and their battles with unknown beings. There were fragments of stories, legends about otherworldly entities, but it was all incomplete. However, Moxie’s mind wasn’t on those details. His thoughts were still consumed by the potential of the rift—and what he could do with it.

As time passed, Moxie grew more accustomed to manipulating the dimensions. He wasn’t just controlling the rift now; he was reshaping it, bending the fabric of reality itself in subtle, yet profound ways. He had mastered the abilities he had taken from others, but this—this was something entirely new. This was his domain, and he would not let it slip through his fingers.

His concentration was interrupted when a familiar presence reached out to him. He wasn’t surprised—it was Insanity, with the kind of urgency that didn’t come without reason.

“Moxie, you need to listen to me,” Insanity’s voice echoed in Moxie’s mind. “Judas... he’s planning something. He’s going to kill us.”

Moxie sighed heavily, rubbing his temple as if the weight of the universe rested on his shoulders. He knew that Judas and his team weren’t just some random threat—they were organized, ruthless, and their abilities were formidable. But there was more at play here than just another battle. Judas and his team weren’t ordinary enemies—they were avatars. The same kind of avatars that had once served the sins, but now... now they were aiming for something worse.

Moxie glanced at the pile of ruined books he had scavenged from the heavens, their contents now little more than fragmented knowledge. “I know,” Moxie muttered under his breath, his eyes cold. “I’ve been watching Judas. He and his crew are going to start something similar to the Sins, but this time, they’re avatars—beings with powers that might even rival ours.”

He turned his gaze to the rift once again, its ominous glow casting a strange shadow across the room. The threat Judas posed was not one to take lightly. But Moxie wasn’t about to sit back and wait for things to unravel. He would be ready.

The battle was coming. And Moxie would be the one to decide its outcome.