# **EPISODE FOUR**
**"THE WAR THAT TIME TRIED TO FORGET"**
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**1. THE SKY CRACKS OPEN**
The sky was wrong.
Milo Finch noticed this first because the stars were arguing.
They slid against one another like misplaced puzzle pieces, constellations overlapping... Orion's belt cutting through unfamiliar symbols, a crescent moon existing simultaneously in three phases. The air shimmered, vibrating with a low, anxious hum that rattled teeth and thoughts alike.
Time was no longer breaking quietly.
It was *screaming*.
Milo stood at the edge of the ruined stone platform, clutching his wrist console with both hands like it might suddenly leap away and ruin something else on its own.
Diana... Wonder Woman... stood beside him, calm as a statue carved from purpose itself.
"This is not merely temporal damage," she said. "This is a war of belief."
Gandalf leaned heavily on his staff, staring at the sky. "Reality is fraying. Stories are being stitched together without consent."
Tarzan emerged from the trees, bandaged but unbowed.
"The jungle fears," he said. "Not predators. *Change*."
Milo swallowed.
"Professor Crowe isn't just collapsing timelines," Milo said. "He's forcing reality to choose what it believes in."
Diana turned to him. "Explain."
"When enough minds accept something as real," Milo said, voice shaking, "the universe starts agreeing. Crowe's making legends undeniable."
A thunderclap split the sky.
But there were no clouds.
Something was *coming through*.
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**2. THE FIRST WAVE**
They felt it before they saw it.
A pressure.
A presence.
Then the horizon split like torn fabric.
From the fracture poured figures... armored warriors bearing sigils from forgotten empires, monsters ripped straight from nightmares, machines humming with future-tech fury.
Knights clashed with drones.
Minotaurs charged tanks.
Roman legions marched beside cybernetic infantry.
Milo stared, horrified.
"This is a mashup," he whispered. "A catastrophic one."
Crowe's voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Witness!" it boomed. "The purest evolution of humanity... *every story we ever told ourselves, unchained!*"
Tarzan snarled. "Coward hides behind chaos."
Diana raised her sword.
"Then we answer."
She charged.
The ground shook as gods and myths surged forward. Gandalf slammed his staff into the earth, light bursting outward, knocking back a wave of mechanical soldiers.
Milo ducked as an arrow whizzed past his head... followed immediately by a plasma bolt.
"This is not how I wanted peer review to go!" he yelled.
Tarzan leapt into the fray, moving like a living weapon... spear striking, fists breaking armor, jungle creatures rallying behind him.
Apes tore drones from the sky.
Elephants crushed armored vehicles.
The jungle *fought back*.
Milo crouched behind a fallen pillar, frantically typing commands into his console.
**TEMPORAL STABILITY: 41%**
**CRITICAL EVENT CASCADE IMMINENT**
"Okay," Milo muttered. "Think. Think. Think."
Crowe appeared atop a floating platform, arms spread wide.
"You see, Milo," he said, "conflict is the only language reality listens to."
Milo looked up at him.
"You're wrong," Milo shouted. "Stories aren't about power. They're about meaning!"
Crowe smiled. "Prove it."
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**3. WHEN GODS BLEED**
The impossible happened.
A roar shook the battlefield... not mechanical, not monstrous, but *divine*.
A massive figure emerged from the fracture... golden armor, lightning crackling around him.
A god.
Zeus.
Milo's heart dropped.
"Oh no. Oh *very* no."
Zeus raised his thunderbolt.
"I am called," the god boomed. "And I answer."
Crowe laughed. "Excellent."
Zeus hurled lightning.
The blast obliterated a section of jungle, vaporizing machines and monsters alike.
Diana froze.
"Father," she whispered.
Zeus turned.
Then Crowe stepped forward and *shot him*.
Not with a gun.
With belief.
A device pulsed in Crowe's hand, siphoning something invisible.
Zeus staggered.
Lightning fizzled.
Blood... *golden blood*... ran from his side.
The battlefield went silent.
A god screamed.
Milo felt something snap inside him.
"That's it," Milo said, standing. "That's absolutely it."
Crowe looked down. "Ah. Resolve."
Milo activated his console fully.
"Crowe!" Milo shouted. "You want stories? You forgot the most important part!"
Crowe tilted his head.
"Consequences."
Milo slammed the final command.
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**4. THE RULES RETURN**
Time didn't freeze.
It *focused*.
The battlefield sharpened, like reality suddenly remembering how it worked.
Machines stuttered.
Mythic creatures flickered.
Crowe's platform wavered.
"What did you do?" Crowe demanded.
"I reintroduced narrative rules," Milo said, blood running from his nose. "You can't just rip stories out of context. They *mean* something."
Gandalf's eyes widened. "He's binding causality to myth."
Diana rose, sword blazing.
"You do not steal gods," she said, charging Crowe. "You *face* them."
Tarzan rallied the jungle, his voice echoing like thunder.
"This world chooses *us*!"
The jungle surged.
Crowe staggered as belief shifted.
"You can't stop this!" Crowe shouted. "You'll destroy everything!"
Milo shouted back, "No... you already did!"
Zeus collapsed, fading... not dying, but returning to story.
Crowe screamed as his device overloaded.
Reality snapped.
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**5. THE COST**
Silence fell.
The fractures closed.
The battlefield faded.
The jungle remained.
Milo collapsed, gasping.
Tarzan caught him.
"You live," Tarzan said.
"Barely," Milo wheezed.
Diana knelt beside Zeus's vanished form.
"He will heal," she said softly. "But the scar remains."
Gandalf approached Milo.
"You tethered reality at great cost," he said. "You cannot do that often."
Milo laughed weakly. "Good. Because that hurt."
The console flickered.
**TEMPORAL STABILITY: 58%**
**WARNING: USER PHYSIOLOGICAL LIMITS APPROACHING**
Milo stared at the screen.
"So," he said quietly, "next time might kill me."
Tarzan looked at him.
"Then we make sure there is no next time."
But in the distance...
A slow clap echoed.
Crowe emerged from the shadows, burned but smiling.
"Bravo," he said. "You learned."
Milo glared. "This ends with you."
Crowe shook his head.
"No," he said softly. "This ends with a choice."
He vanished.
Again.
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**6. WHAT WAITS AHEAD**
Night fell.
The stars were fewer now.
The world was stabilizing... but thinner.
Milo sat by the fire, shaking.
"I can't keep fixing things like this," he said. "Time will tear me apart."
Tarzan sat beside him.
"Then we stop the source," Tarzan said.
Diana stood, gazing into the darkness.
"Crowe is building something," she said. "A final convergence."
Gandalf nodded grimly. "A place where stories end... or overwrite everything."
Milo closed his eyes.
"Then we go there," he said.
The console chimed softly.
**FINAL ARC INITIATED**
The jungle rustled.
Legends waited.
And time held its breath.
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**End of Episode Four **
(Time, Tarzan And Terrible Ideas will return with an exciting new adventurous episode)
Written By,
Ivan Edwin
Pen Name :Maximus.
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