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

I shifted my stance and clapped both hands together.

A burst of freezing energy surged from my palms into the ground. Jagged spears of ice exploded upward in a fan pattern. The Scaled Death tried to dodge mid-air but landed hard, one spike impaling its hind leg, another slicing across its belly.

I took one step forward and raised my arm. A new idea formed in my mind.

This time, I wanted to try something else.

I let the violet Essence swirl around my fingers. It pulsed faintly, alive, waiting.

That was the idea forming in my head. A piercing element. One that could cut rather than crush. One that is faster than sound. But I'd never shaped Essence this way before.

First Light