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

Democles inspected the sword briefly, reading its records in his mind, then gave it a test swing when he was done.

With a grunt, he turned and extended the blade toward Kallen. "Take."

Kallen arched a brow, but said nothing. He stepped forward and accepted the weapon, that was just as tall as he was... feeling its weight, and running a finger around its edge. Its records manifested in his mindspace, and he gasped.

He gave Democles a questioning look after he was done, his eyes still wearing a light of surprise.

The orc boy met his gaze. "Do your thing," he muttered through gritted teeth, and clenched fists.

Kallen gave a faint shrug, turned, and began to move.

His feet shifted into stance, his breath evened out, and then he swung.

It was fluid, effortless, and powerful.

Confrontation