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In Fractured Will, reality is shaped by a powerful force called Will, which individuals can harness to manipulate the world around them. Those who wield it, known as Will Shapers, can reshape reality itself, but the more they use their Will, the more it costs them slowly eroding their identity. If they push too far, they become Fragments, powerful but unstable beings. The world is divided into multiple realms, including the Prime Realm (the material world), the Meta Realm (a higher dimension of power), and the Fractured Realm (where those who’ve lost control of their Will are trapped). Various factions vie for control of Will’s power, including the Shapers (who seek transcendence through power), the Fragmented (who have lost themselves to Will), and the Guardians (who try to maintain balance). The central conflict is the struggle for control over Will, with each character facing the choice between gaining immense power or losing their sense of self in the process. The deeper one goes into Will, the greater the risk of becoming a Fractured being, and only by fully embracing this transformation can one transcend their human limitations.

“`Fractured Will`”

Calyx had barely started walking again dusting off his scorched hoodie, knuckles cracking idly as the first crack of thunder split the sky like the opening of an opera.

A voice thundered across existence. It didn't echo it commanded all sound. The clouds twisted, the stars realigned, and the wind stilled like reality itself held its breath.

From the heavens descended a figure of pure myth: Zeus, god of lightning, king of Olympus, draped in war armor crafted from living storms and golden dread. His beard crackled with electricity; his eyes burned with divine judgment.

"You've lived too long. Died too little."

Before his words could finish, the sky tore open with a thousand bolts each one enough to split moons. Calyx dodged the first two, adapted to the next five, and absorbed the eighth. By the ninth, he was already evolving.

That's when the second presence made itself known.

From a distant rift beyond dimensions, where raw concepts are shaped like metal and fire, walked a figure cloaked in sparks and hammersong

Beuh Karl Obsidianforge.

The Blacksmith of the Multiverse.

The one who made weapons that kill immortals.

Ignore all durability, time, and logic.

And today, he brought his final weapon.

Forged in the breath of dying dimensions and cooled in the tears of gods, it pulsed with something older than time a sword designed not to cut, but to contain.

It was shaped like an executioner's lance, fused with the seal of every major pantheon: divine script spiraling down the hilt, runes etched in Forbidden Tongues, and at its center, an empty crystal core.

Zeus held Calyx down with crackling chains of godly voltage, each forged from Olympus's core lightning. Even Calyx struggled his adaptive body stuttered under the sheer divinity.

For a second, the two locked eyes.

Calyx stared at him. "You're the blacksmith..."

Beuh nodded solemnly. "I make doors. Today, you're becoming one."

With a swing that echoed across realities, Beuh brought the sword down.

The weapon pierced through Calyx's chest, not drawing blood but converting him.

His body calcified instantly, veins becoming molten steel, flesh replaced with sacred obsidian. His eyes froze in mid blink, still glowing faintly.

Calyx, the man who fought Hell and got kicked out,

who laughed in Satan's face and punched his way through eternity,

The final strike shattered the hilt, embedding the sword in a slab of blackened marble the shaft of the weapon now his body, his essence fused into its core.

The multiversal blade, now sealed and humming with terrible power, was taken away by Beuh himself.

Zeus only looked at the sky, muttered, "May he never wake," and disappeared in a thunderclap.

And so, in a vault buried beneath layered timelines and guarded by forgotten entities…

The Weapon of Endless War.

Formerly known as Calyx.

Chapter 55: Sealed in Steel