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

Yula walked groggily into her and Aeneas' living quarters within the forge and shut the door behind her.

Although they did have lives outside the forge, the only people allowed to leave and return unrestricted… well, not entirely unrestricted, the both still spent a majority of their days, in the underground "settlement".

The moment she stepped in, her entire demeanor shifted from a groggy, weak girl to an ice-cold lady, her gaze carrying a sharpness that not even Kallen... nor Aeneas who was "always" with her, had ever seen.

Gone was the traumatized girl who had been banging her head against the wall, replaced by what one could only describe as a professional, calculated woman.

It wasn't as though she hadn't been affected by the constant breath of death lingering over their necks, but she had exaggerated her response to an… exaggerated degree.

Rifts: Stirring Wheels