Chapter 3: For my sister!

The Guardian Ancient—one of the twelve colossal beings that protected humanity—had fallen. Its massive body was crumpled in the middle of the village, its crystalline skin shattered and bleeding black ichor. And beside it, a normal Ancient, a mindless, monstrous creature, was rampaging through the streets, its jagged claws tearing apart anything in its path.

"Sylvie!" Elian shouted, rushing back inside. His eyes widened in horror as he saw his sister standing near the door, frozen in place, staring at the chaotic scene outside.

Before Elian could reach her, the Ancient's colossal shadow loomed over them, its ravenous eyes fixed on Sylvie. Its jaws opened wide, dripping with hunger.

"No! Get away from her!" Elian screamed, but the words barely left his mouth before he was shoved aside by the sheer force of the Ancient's presence.

In a split second, desperation consumed him. His eyes fell on the lifeless form of the Guardian Ancient, its soul once residing within a legendary warrior's body—now a broken shell. Without thinking, driven by an instinct he didn't fully understand, Elian lunged at the Guardian's corpse and sank his teeth into the creature's raw flesh.

Pain exploded through him as the ancient energy surged into his body, a fiery rage that felt like it could rip him apart. But instead, something inside him shifted, awoke. His body transformed, muscles bulging and skin cracking as ancient power coursed through his veins. He felt his humanity slipping away, replaced by something raw and untamed. Something terrifying.

He stood now, towering above the carnage, his eyes glowing with primal fury. The Ancient's power had merged with his own, and for the first time in his life, he felt unstoppable.

Elian turned, his eyes locked on the beast that threatened his sister. With a roar that could have shaken the very earth, he lunged forward, his new power exploding from within him. The Ancient's body crumpled under the sheer force of Elian's strike.

But the moment of victory was short-lived. As Elian stood there, panting and trembling, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He turned to see Sylvie, her hand clutching her side, blood staining her clothes.

"Sylvie!" Elian cried out, rushing to her side.

"I-I'm okay," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "You... you're not the same. What did you do?"

But Elian couldn't answer. His body was changing—warping in ways he couldn't understand. He had saved her, yes, but at what cost?

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The world outside had been shaken, and Elian Fyre had become something neither he nor humanity could ever have predicted: the first person in 500 years to consume an Ancient and live to tell the tale.

And with that power came a price—one that would soon drag him into a war that no one was prepared for. Elian stared at the shattered barrier dreading what was to come.