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

Kallen's eyes opened, and he stood up from the grimy floor.

His movement drew attention, and the orcs looked at him as if observing a strange specimen.

Kallen paid no mind to their stares. He could already tell why they were looking at him like that.

Part of it was fascination with the black markings on his body; the other was the fact that he was naked.

He didn't mind, though. Although he hadn't developed any kind of weird kink or fetish, just like before, he had no choice, and would just have to...

His hand suddenly flashed to his side, catching the clothing flying toward him.

Turning his head, he saw Democles looking at him with a bland expression.

"Have some decency," he said flatly.

Kallen nodded... maybe he wouldn't have to do it naked again. He slipped into the comfy pants handed to him, then put on the shirt.

"Here," he heard once he was done. To his right, he saw Castor handing him a hammer.

Rifts: Kill