Audatic

"Is Fate the excuse of the forsaken, is Free Will the delusion of the chosen?"

Such was a question that Xavier, the Demon King, never had the chance to ask himself. As he lay defeated, awaiting his death, he wondered about the wretched life he lived.

'The hero who killed me, the one who held the same ambitions as me. We both wanted good for the people, for the world. We are both two sides of the same coin, yet, fate decided that he will be the one the light will shine on.

Perhaps it was me too, perhaps it was my karma for flowing the rivers of blood with my sword. But still... It was fate that squashed the humanity in me first!

Damn fate, if I had one more chance, I would've lived for myself more, I wouldn't have taken this arbitrary role of being a necessary evil... This world, this game of destiny... It can burn to ashes for all I care.'

As he sunk into the cold embrace of death, a certain [REDACTED] heard his dying wish with amusement and cast their die, reversing the wheel of time one last time and going all in on him on a risky gamble with the stakes of their world.

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Black String of Fate

The swing produced a calm gust of wind and kicked dust, while not looking like it carried any power. Xavier then performed thrusts, guards, parries, different swings and slashes. He danced around with his sword, being nimble and agile in his feet, yet his strikes carried stability and power that was not expected from the complex maneuvers.

Each of his strikes kicked up the dust around him. His firm footwork resounded across the courtyard and his perfect strikes left the Grandmaster mesmerized.

The inside of Xavier's head was completely empty, the only thing going through his thoughts was to perform the next move, move his body to the next stance. No excitement, no happiness, just cold instructions to his body to complete this art.

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