LightspeedX001

Eons have passed since the prophesied godslayer met his demise. Yet, in a world reborn, whispers stir of his return, of a new man born from the remnants of an ancient prophecy. 

Kallen, destined to master the delicate balance between chaos and order, light and darkness, emerges to defy the very fabric of fate.

Existence is a tapestry, one whole, connected, and indivisible. It is woven by the fabric of fate, spun with the strings of karma, and stitched with the threads of causality. 

Yet, within this unity lies individuality, and this individuality is the essence of existence. The manifestation of essence is Will.

But what is a sparked Will against one akin to a raging inferno? What is a child before a mammoth? The conviction of a mortal before the boundless Will of cosmic beings?

The answer is defiance!.

A defiant Will, is what Kallen needs to  liberate himself from the suppression every mortal endures from apex lifeforms. To live his life free, unhinged and on his own terms. 

But it takes a bit of crazy to be brave, and Insanity to be defiant.

This is the story of a mortal breaking limits to achieve Apexification, to walk with his head held high and free in every corner of the universe.

It is the irony of a slave who holds the reins, even as their chains bite deep. It is the cry of a heart bound in servitude, yet refusing to surrender its essence.

The Transcendent Godslayer

That suffocating danger finally arrived.

Kallen's head whipped backwards, his neck nearly snapping from the force of the impact. Two identical daggers struck the same precise point on his now protected forehead, full of murderous intent.

The pressure suit absorbed the brunt of the assault, but it's 500 points of defense, was still overwhelmed.

Twin weapons were forged and designed for synchronized executions, and the effects of using them together were always special. One dagger pierced through; tearing flesh and breaking skull.

Blood rushed down from the breach, tracing crimson paths along the surface of the pressure suit that clung to him like a second skin.

But Kallen's eyes veiled beneath the pressure suit did not ripple. There was no human fragility dictated by fear nor demanded by pain in his eyes.

His body was covered in metal. And his will; forged of steel.

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