MrRetro

In a world where celestial beings bestow immense power upon chosen warriors, young orphan Kael lives in the slums of Astra City, dreaming of rising above his fate. His life takes a drastic turn when he is marked by the "Eclipse Seal," an ancient power feared by the gods themselves. Pursued by elite warriors, hunted by dark forces, and burdened by a past he doesn’t remember, Kael must forge his own path to uncover the truth behind his existence.

Guided by rogue warrior Lysara and a mysterious masked mentor, Kael embarks on a journey across treacherous lands, facing deadly trials, rival warriors, and an impending war between the Celestials and the Abyss. With his newfound powers, he must decide—will he become the savior of the world or its ultimate destroyer?

Eclipse Requiem

Kael's breath came in ragged gasps. His vision was still hazy from the sheer force of whatever had just happened. He could feel something inside him—a new presence, a darkness that hadn't been there before.

Saren was in front of him, her eyes filled with concern. "Kael, talk to me. What just happened?"

Kael tried to answer, but the words caught in his throat. His hands trembled as he looked down at them—**black mist still clung to his fingers.** It wasn't fading.

A terrible realization settled in.

This power… it wasn't leaving him.

Saren reached forward. "Kael, your eyes…"

He could feel it—**a burning sensation in his irises, like embers flickering to life.**

"What's wrong with them?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Saren hesitated. "They're… changing."

A cold dread settled in his chest.

He turned his gaze toward the nearest broken blade on the ground, using its reflective surface as a mirror.

And what he saw made his stomach drop.

**His eyes—once a deep brown—were now streaked with traces of crimson and black, shifting and pulsing as if something was alive within them.**

A wave of nausea rolled over him.

"What… what the hell is happening to me?"

### **A Power That Won't Sleep**

Kael took a shaky step back. The events inside the void—the battle with the Herald, the **Eclipse stirring inside him**—it wasn't a dream. It had been **real.**

And now, his body was proof of it.

Saren frowned, gripping her sword. "Kael, listen to me. Whatever this is, we'll find a way to fix it."

But something deep inside him—**the voice that had whispered to him in the void**—wasn't so sure.

He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself. "We… we need to keep moving. We have to stop this."

Saren nodded, but her expression was uncertain. "Just promise me one thing."

"Promise me you're still **you.**"

But deep down… he wasn't sure anymore.

Before either of them could say more, a **thunderous crash** erupted from deeper within the Watchtower.

Both warriors turned sharply, instincts kicking in.

Another explosion followed, this time shaking the walls. **Something was coming.**

Saren's expression hardened. "That's in the direction of the command chamber."

Kael gritted his teeth. The Watchtower wasn't safe yet. They still had to find out who—or what—was orchestrating this attack.

No more distractions. No more doubts.

Kael forced the swirling darkness in his veins to the back of his mind and sprinted forward.

Whatever was waiting for them in the heart of the Watchtower—**it wasn't going to wait much longer.**

The Price of Power