Elmi_barsorcere

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In a world where the remnants of an ancient, catastrophic war lie buried beneath the ash of a broken society, Kael Riven is an outcast, thrust into a brutal system that governs those with power. Born with a dark past and an even darker destiny, Kael discovers he is the heir to the Rampage Monarch, a being of destruction whose legacy is tied to the ruin of countless realms.

As Kael navigates the crumbling cities and forgotten ruins, he must come to terms with the chaos that comes with his newfound abilities, which grant him unimaginable power at the cost of his humanity. Along the way, he faces enemies who would use his power for their own gain, while a mysterious organization—The Ashen Order—seeks to control or destroy him. Torn between redemption and destruction, Kael’s path to ascension is fraught with betrayal, death, and the constant reminder of the terrible legacy he must inherit.

With each step toward his destiny, Kael grapples with his humanity, fighting to break free from the blood-soaked chains of his past, even as the ashes of those who came before him threaten to consume everything he has left. The only question that remains: can Kael rise above the ashes of his legacy, or will he become the very monster he's meant to defeat?


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Ashes of Ascension

"Big brother… it's your fault I woke up."

Kaien's fists clenched. But his heart cracked.

It had her face, her tone—but the soul behind her eyes? Gone. Replaced by something darker. Older.

> [ALERT: Soul Signature Distorted]

"Natsumi," he said, his voice trembling. "I don't care what they put in your head. I'm getting you out."

But her smile widened. "That's sweet."

But her body didn't fall. Didn't bleed. Didn't even flinch.

Bones reset. Muscles twitched. And when she looked back up…

> [SYSTEM UNLOCKED: SYNTHTHREAD PROTOCOL - "REVELATION"]

The Prophet stepped forward, almost… proud. "She was never your sister, Kaien. Just a vessel—genetically molded from your bloodline."

Zayne added coldly, "Your memories? Manufactured. Planted."

The Prophet raised a hand. Screens all around flickered to life—showing scenes from Kaien's childhood.

Except… every one of them had static shadows in the corners.

Technicians. Lab coats. Observation tags.

"Your name isn't Kaien Vale," the Prophet whispered.

The system flared with an override pulse.

The only thing anchoring him—his sister, his past—a lie to keep him obedient?

Solis's voice crackled through his earpiece.

"Kaien, I don't know what's going on down there, but your vitals are crashing. You need to MOVE—now!"

But Kaien wasn't listening anymore.

His eyes glowing black now. Not red. Not blue.

> [OVERRIDE: MANUAL INITIATION GRANTED]

Kaien surged forward—ignoring the Prophet's commands, the alarms, the drones. His blade burst with corrupted light.

He drove it toward Zayne's throat—only for Natsumi's hand to catch it mid-air.

She pressed something into his hand—a memory shard. It pulsed like a dying heartbeat.

He saw himself, standing over hundreds of corpses—eyes void-black, laughing.

His voice in the memory said just one thing:

CHAPTER 15: BLOOD IN THE CODE