Billion_Generator

=== WSA 2025 ===

Way, way, and very way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals.

And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army.

Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too.

My Talent's Name Was Generator.

Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like.

So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me?

Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back.

I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

My Talent's Name Is Generator

After I finished setting up my little advantage, I sat back down on the cold floor and let my breath settle.

Xin called out from the other cell, his voice slightly curious.

"Hey, kid. What did you just do? I felt the Essence shift in your cell."

"What could I possibly do in here, old man? I'm just as caged as you are."

He scoffed but didn't press any further. The cell fell into silence again.

I leaned a little closer to Steve and whispered,"How's your recovery coming along?"

His eyes were still closed, but I saw a faint smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

"I think I'm doing alright," he murmured.

"Good," I whispered again. "Want to train a bit?"

He furrowed his brows in confusion.

I shifted slightly and flicked a tiny wind blade from my fingertip toward his leg. It was sharp enough to sting but harmless. The blade zipped through the air and lightly grazed his thigh.

Fifty Shades of Wind