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

The Saints stared downward at the result of their attacks... a crater the size of a country, digging several kilometers deep into the ground.

Volatile dynamis rampaged within it, and every so often, the earth would burst open, releasing geysers of highly pressurized energy.

Although many of them felt the same, just like the voice said, none acknowledged it outright. They continued peering with their senses, probing every inch until they were absolutely sure there was nothing left.

It was safe to assume that the Saint who had obtained the drop of blood had died... whether from their combined attacks or from the blood itself revolting.

Treasures like that needed to be refined in seclusion, in places where one could devote their full focus.

Any interruption, and the refinement could backfire, warping the user's own dynamis and turning it lethal.

Rifts: Aftermath