One Clean Stroke

As Aaaninja's eyes fluttered open, time itself seemed to momentarily halt, as if the universe recognized the significance of the moment.

Anthony's gaze met those eyes, unparalleled, mesmerizing, and in that instant, a single word echoed in his mind.

MAJESTIC.

His own gemstone blue eyes, often admired for their brilliance, now felt unremarkable in comparison to the sheer radiance before him.

A stirring emotion surged within his chest, creeping through him like an unbidden tide.

Envy.

Before the Starborn Competition, Anthony had never experienced such a feeling.

And yet, here he stood, consumed by it once more, directed at the same person.

The first time had been upon hearing his name.

Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos.

Seriously, who the fuck bore such a name?

It was as if he had been destined, no, engineered, to inherit the very fabric of the universe itself.