Chapter 5-The clash of Time and Fate

Chapter 5-The clash of Time and Fate

Kael sat cross-legged in the dimly lit chamber, his breathing steady, his focus unwavering. The energy of the world thrummed around him—alive, yet indifferent. It was a force he had learned to harness, but today, it felt different. Warped. As if the flow of time itself bent around him as he absorbed the essence of the world.

His family's bloodline was known for its unique connection to time—subtle manipulations, fleeting glimpses of the future. But this… this was something else entirely. The energy didn't just flow into him—it coiled, shifted, and rearranged itself in ways that felt unnatural.

A sense of unease crept up his spine.

"Zappy," Kael murmured, his voice cutting through the silence, "why does my cultivation feel this way?"

For a moment, the AI companion hesitated, its usual monotone flickering with an uncharacteristic static. Then it spoke.

"Your cultivation has been modified for optimal growth."

Kael's brow furrowed. Modified? His path was bound to be unique due to his bloodline, but this implied something more—something deliberate.

"By who?" he asked, his voice sharp.

"Unknown," Zappy replied. "The modifications predate my activation."

Kael exhaled sharply, his mind racing. Someone—or something—had altered his cultivation before Zappy even existed. The thought unsettled him, but it also raised a more pressing question.

"What exactly was modified?"

Zappy was silent for a moment before responding, its voice unusually measured. "Your cultivation does not follow a fixed path. Unlike standard practitioners who advance in a structured manner, your energy shifts and adapts dynamically, optimizing itself to overcome obstacles in real-time. This feature is… anomalous."

Kael clenched his fists. Anomalous. That meant unpredictable. Uncontrollable.

Or—if mastered—unshackled.

A slow grin formed on his lips.

"Interesting," he muttered.

His cultivation wasn't just different. It was alive.

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Hours passed as Kael pushed deeper into his training, refining his control over the energy within him. His body ached from exertion, but his mind was sharper than ever. He could feel it—his power shifting, molding itself to his intent.

And then, something changed.

The world around him flickered. His consciousness expanded, stretching beyond the physical.

A vast golden web materialized before him.

The threads shimmered with ethereal light, stretching endlessly in all directions. They pulsed with an ancient, immutable force, weaving together the fates of countless beings. Each strand resonated with an unshakable will—unyielding, absolute.

At the center stood a lone figure.

His face was blurred, but his golden eyes burned with an authority that made Kael's breath hitch.

A primal instinct screamed at him—this was not a mere man. This was something greater.

Kael's violet energy instinctively reached out, trying to weave itself into the web. But the golden threads twisted violently, rejecting him. They didn't simply resist—they denied his very existence.

Then, the figure turned.

Their eyes met.

A force unlike anything Kael had ever known crashed into him, threatening to tear his mind apart.

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Far away, Lucian Kismet's eyes snapped open.

The golden threads around him trembled.

A disturbance. A violation.

Someone was trying to defy fate itself.

Lucian's gaze sharpened as he reached out, attempting to seize control of the web. But before he could pinpoint the anomaly, the threads recoiled—hiding the intruder from him.

That was impossible. The web did not hide things from him. It obeyed him.

Lucian clenched his fist, his golden eyes narrowing.

This was no ordinary anomaly. This was someone who wasn't meant to exist.

"Who are you?" he murmured, his voice cold as fate itself.

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Kael gasped as he was thrown back into reality.

His body was drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged. The vision had only lasted a moment, but the weight of it lingered. The golden web had tried to reject him. That meant only one thing.

He wasn't part of it.

His fate wasn't written.

For a moment, he felt fear. Then, something deeper stirred within him.

Defiance.

"So fate wants to push me down?" he muttered, a smirk creeping onto his face. His violet energy flared around him, crackling with newfound intensity. The golden threads had denied him, but he had seen something—a tiny crack in their perfect weave.

"Then let's see who breaks first."

Zappy's voice crackled in his mind, an urgent warning laced into its normally calm tone.

"Warning: This level of interference does not go unnoticed."

Kael's smirk faded slightly.

He had made a move against fate.

And now, something was watching him.