AU where rebellions comes to the imperal dimension while they're in a heated battle and about to die(the imperals are about to die) the rebellions save their own counter part
Runes flash.  Elsword straightens up in alarm, unsure about this new addition to the (nearly lost) battle, until he sees a red-haired boy startlingly like himself striding through a heap of burnt demons’ corpses.
“Hey!” the boy yells.  Behind him, Aisha is surrounded by dark magic from a scantily-clad girl who also looks just like her.  “You okay?”
“Fine,” Elsword lies, forcing himself straight even though every muscle in his body screams exhausted agony.  “Are you-”
“Elsword,” the boy replies.  “Glave did something weird.  I dunno.  Need help?”
And then the tide of battle turns.  All around them, Elsword sees new people drop out of nowhere to help with the fight.  Rena’s attackers are driven away not by her bow and winds, but by the swirling kicks of another elf.  Raven’s blade is supplemented by another man’s flaming Nasod fist, both their eyes burning gold and their teeth clenched in the same expression of concentration.
Elsword turns.  Eve and Chung stand side-by-side, Eve supporting Chung’s tired weight, as a protective ring of black Nasod spears surrounds them and bullets ricochet to kill their assailants.  Elesis’ sword whirls, and fire joins her in a deadly dance, a mischievous-looking girl spinning around with a claymore in her hand.
Ara fights in grim tandem with another Eun-possessed girl. Â Elsword stares at this for the longest time. Â The other Eun is using dark magic, something that makes Elsword wary, but Ara seems to trust it.
Add kicks and punches as usual, his movements sluggish with exhaustion. Â But drones circle around him and slice apart his enemies. Â A white-coated scientist floats over the ground, screens circling him, and that distinctive laugh echoing from his mouth. Â Lu grins at another small demon, while Ciel looks at his apparent counterpart and just sighs, bullets from Marbas crossing magic that sends waves of terror into opponents.
Even Ain is there, projected swords and flashing divine magic keeping demons away from Elsword’s back.  And beside him fights another priestly man, colored lights swirling around him and constant chatter coming from his mouth.
The other Elsword shrugs.  “Glave,” he says once again in explanation.  “So, uh, should we hash this out later and just kill the demons?”
“Fine by me,” says Elsword, and he leaps back into the fray with Infinity Sword at his side.














