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 silver-haired man sat atop a lonely mountain peak, his hair billowing gently in the wind.

Although he was perched on a mountaintop, the surroundings were so dark it felt like he was underground, with not a single light turned on.

The entire place was silent, the only sound being the occasional thumping of a heartbeat.

It seemed to echo from him, and from the world at the same time.

His aura was completely nonexistent, and he appeared wholly mortal, not a single strand of energy emanating from his body. His chest rose and fell steadily, as though in deep sleep.

Suddenly, the stillness of the place was shattered by the crunch of stone beneath heavy footsteps, echoing loudly across the mountain.

Another silver-haired man ascended the peak, each step he took cracking the ground beneath him. Fine fracture lines raced outward from his feet, spiderwebbing across the mountain surface.

Rifts: Aftermath II