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

A deafening silence descended upon the world.

Though no one had spoken in some time, this silence was different.

Even nature held its breath. The sounds of the winds stilled, and even the distant lightning ceased its rumble, as if the very elements feared provoking the wrath simmering in the hearts of those present... Or more like the Saints were now existing in a world of their own, these disturbances practically became nonexistent.

It was already cruel that she had died, but to die in such a humiliating way...

Drops of blood fell from Hamada's clenched fist, splattering softly against the floor.

His body trembled imperceptibly... just enough that only those of equal standing could notice. It was a tremor of restraint, of a soul barely keeping itself from roaring in fury.

Yet, ironically, his eyes had dimmed. The fire in them extinguished.

Wrong