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Synopsis:

In a universe where magic is outlawed and hunted to extinction, Steven Lethal is just a university dropout with a broken past… until he awakens a forbidden power that shouldn’t exist.

Marked by a mysterious Codex and stalked by interdimensional horrors, Steven becomes the last hope of a crumbling reality. As enemies from forgotten realms awaken and the truth behind the cosmic balance begins to fracture, Steven must master the very magic he was taught to fear.

But with each spell cast, the line between hero and destroyer begins to blur.

The fate of all worlds rests in the hands of a man destined to rewrite the laws of existence—or burn them to ash.

Unlock the secrets. Unleash the spellcaster. The Lethal Chronicles begin now.

Spell caster: the lethal chronicles

The air vibrated with unstable energy, the Prism of Realities hovering above them like a cosmic wound. Threads of fractured timelines whipped through the air, each one humming with immense power, laced with possibilities both beautiful and catastrophic.

Steven and Lethal Prime stood face to face—two versions of the same soul, shaped by radically different paths.

"You were never meant to exist," Steven said, leveling the Codex Staff at his twisted double. "You're a mutation. A glitch born from everything I refused to become."

Lethal Prime's smirk deepened. "And yet, here I am. The purest form of your potential—unburdened by morality, by friends, by fear. I did what you couldn't. I embraced the Codex completely."

Azariel took his position beside Steven, blade drawn. "Don't listen to him. He's a distortion. A side-effect of the Final Rewind."

"No," Prime corrected, his voice echoing unnaturally. "I am the final result. When time resets, reality compensates. It created me to fix the imbalance. To remove you."

Steven's grip tightened, but he stood his ground. "Then come and try."

Lethal Prime raised his hand, and with a snap, the battlefield shifted. They were no longer standing on solid ground—they now hovered in a metaphysical realm, a swirling vortex of floating islands, collapsing stars, and ancient symbols of time.

Time didn't flow here—it twisted.

Steven and Lethal Prime launched toward each other simultaneously, power igniting in a storm of raw magic and celestial force.

The clash cracked the very laws of causality. Every blow sent ripples through alternate realities.

—One punch shattered a version of Earth where Steven was king.

—One spell destroyed a timeline where Azariel never joined him.

—Another blast forged a moment that should have happened—a kiss between Steven and a lost love he never met.

Azariel tried to intervene, but was thrown back by a wave of temporal distortion.

Lethal Prime conjured a blade of pure paradox, slicing into Steven's shoulder. "You can't win! I've seen every outcome, every possible failure. You lose in all of them."

Blood dripping, Steven laughed. "Then maybe it's time I create a path even you can't predict."

He reached deep into the Codex—not to use its power, but to rewrite his connection to it. He unlocked something new: the Chrono-Aether State. A fusion of the past, present, and possible futures.

With a deafening cry, Steven unleashed a flurry of strikes, each fueled by a timeline's potential victory.

Prime was overwhelmed. "No—this isn't possible!"

Steven roared, "You're right. It's not. But I've never been just possible. I'm inevitable."

With a final burst, he drove his staff through Prime's core, unleashing a pulse of purified time energy.

Lethal Prime screamed as his form unraveled, his threads of reality snapping.

"You may have won this, Starcaster," Prime whispered with his last breath. "But the Paradox... still echoes."

The Prism cracked… and collapsed in on itself, sealing the broken timelines—at least for now.

Steven dropped to his knees, exhausted. Azariel rushed to his side, supporting him.

Steven looked at the quiet sky above. "No. We barely survived it."

The Codex floated beside him now, quiet, almost… afraid.

Chapter 58: The paradox Duel