THE UNLEASHING

THE WORLD OF POWER...

The air around Elias shimmered.

His body felt weightless, like something inside him had unshackled.

A word pulsed in his mind. A name. A command. A truth waiting to be spoken.

The watchers didn't move.

They were waiting.

Watching.

Seraphina's grip on his wrist tightened. "Elias, listen to me."

Her voice barely reached him.

Because the power- his power- was waking up.

The ground beneath him trembled. The trees groaned, as if bowing to something greater .

Seraphina gasped. "No...this can't-"

Then-

He spoke the word.

THE WORLD TREMBLES...

The moment the word left his lips, reality broke.

Thr forest shattered loke glass.

Darkness bled into existance , swallowing everthing.

The sky- once starless- ripped open with steaks of silver and violet lightening.

Elias's veins burned with raw, unfiltered power.

He felt himself expanding- his body no longer his own, but something more.

Something ancient.

The watchers knelt.

Seraphina stumbled back, horrified.

"Elias!" Her voice barely cut through the storm.

He turned to her- but he wasn't the same anymore.

His eyes- once deep brown- now glowed pure white.

His shadow stretched unnaturally, moving on its own.

And when he spoke again-

His voice was no longer just his.

THE ARCANE AWAKENING...

"You were never meant to be contained, Elias."

The watchers' leader rose, smiling beneath his hood. "You feel it now, don't you? The truth of your existence."

Elias blinked- his vision spilt into a thousand perspectives at once.

He could see everything.

Every heartbeat. Every whisper of magic. Every thread of reality itself.

He was no longer just Elias.

He was something more.

Something limitless.

Seraphina's voice wavered. "Elias... you have to stop. This power- it's too much.

But Elias didn't want to stop.

For the first time in his life- he felt complete.

He took a step forward, and the world bent around him.

A storm of silver flames and ink- black tendrils curled at his fingertips, raw magic eager to be unleashed.

The watchers bowed.

Seraphina trembled.

And Elias- he finally understood.

He had never been the prey.

He was the predator.

THE PRESATOR'S FIRST STEP...

Elias lifted his hand.

The air cracked around him. Energy pulseed from his fingertips, stretching outwards like living veins of lighting. Every inch of his skin hummed with an ancient force- one that demand to be unleashed.

The watchers didn't flinch. They welcomed it.

Seraphina, however, took a sharp step forward. Her face was pale, her voice desperate. "Elias, stop!"

He turned his glowing eyes towards her, and for a moment- just a moment- he hesitated.

Something inside him wavered.

Her presence, her voice, the sheer panic in her expression- it was like an anchor trying to pull him back.

But the power inside him snarled in reponse.

She doesn't understand.

They caged you. This is who you are.

Elias's fingers curled, and the world tensed, waiting fot his command.

THE FIRST ATTACK...

The watchers moved first.

Not against him- but against Seraphina.

One of them flickered his wrist, and a spectral chain shot toward her, aiming for her throat.

She barely had time to react.

But she didn't need to.

Because Elias snapped his fingers-

And time itself obeyed.

The chain froze midair, crackling with blue fire. Then, with nothing but a thought, Elias shattered it into dust.

"Ah," one of them murmured. "He still cares."

Elias exhaled slowly, his body trembling with restrained energy. He turned to the watchers, his voice like a distant storm.

"You, don't touch her."

A pause. Then-

They smiled.

Because they knew.

He was still fighting it.

THE WAR WITHIN...

Elias took a step back. His heart raced.

The power inside him didn't like being restrained. It screamed for destruction.

For domination.

The world around him still bent unnaturally, shadows flickering where they shouldn't exist. His thoughts were fragmented- half his mind drowning in the newfound authority he had awakened, the other half clinging to what little of himself remained.

Seraphina, breathing hard, reached for him.

"Elias, you can stop this."

His fingers twitched. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stop.

And that terrified him.

Because the moment he let go of the last shred of restraint-

He wouldn't want to come back.

THE CHOICE...

The watchers saw his hesitation. And they pressed furthur.

"You don't have to fight it," one of them whispered. "You were born for this."

Another stepped forward. "Your power is limitless, Elias. The world will kneel before you."

Elias's hands curled into fists.

He could feel it-the intoxicating promise of total control.

With a single word, he could remake reality itself.

Seraphina's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Is that what you want?"

Elias hesitated.

Did he?

His entire life, he had been nothing more than a student. A mage trying to understand his place in the world. Always looking for answers.

And now, he had them.

But at what cost?

The storm inside him raged.

His next decision would change everything.

And he had seconds to make it.