Godfrey_David

He was supposed to stay hidden. She was never meant to exist.

Kael lives in the slums of Virelia, a city ruled by corrupt powers and genetic experiments gone wrong. He keeps his head down, suppressing the storm of gravity and lightning inside him until a mysterious explosion reveals a girl who shouldn’t be alive… and a power that bends reality itself.

Now hunted by the Syndicate, forced into a bond neither of them understand, Kael must choose: run from his past or embrace the monster they turned him into.

Awaken the storm. Break the system. Rewrite fate.

Kael: Black Veins

Kael had faced many things since awakening his powers—rogue Acolytes, false allies, echoes of his past.

The inside of the Temple of Resonance was less a place and more… an experience. It bent with every thought, responded to every emotion. One moment he stood in a vast cathedral of stars, and the next he walked across a bridge made of his own memories.

The Resonance Being floated before him, ever-shifting, its voice like a choir harmonizing in reverse.

"To resist the Void Song, you must not simply oppose it. You must learn to weave your own melody—to exist beside it, without being devoured."

Kael frowned. "So… fight music with music?"

The being raised a hand, and the space around them shattered like glass.

The Trial of Self

Kael found himself in a ruined battlefield.

Ash rained from the sky. Blades and bones littered the ground. And standing across from him—

But not the Echo he fought before. This version looked alive. Confident. Radiant. Dressed in armor forged from pulsing energy, a crown of gravitational rings orbiting his head.

"I'm what you'd become," the figure said, "if you embraced your full power without fear. If you stopped protecting the weak and simply reshaped the world."

"A savior," the other Kael corrected. "One who doesn't ask for permission."

"You want to resist the Void Song," the figure continued. "But don't you see? The Song is truth. You were never meant to be human."

Kael's gravity pulsed, subtly. "And yet here I am."

Elsewhere: Gathering Storm

In the snowy north, Elarys walked through a silent temple, past frozen monks who bowed as she passed. With each step, she sang—quietly, perfectly. Her voice melted the frost from walls that hadn't been warm in centuries.

She reached the Heart Well — and stared into the black pool of liquid memory.

> "He learns the counter-melody," she whispered. "As he should."

Another figure appeared beside her—hooded, silent.

"Send word to the Third Choir," Elarys said. "Tell them the game changes. Soon, we reclaim what he stole."

The figure nodded and disappeared.

Elarys looked into the water, and for a moment, Kael's reflection stared back.

"I'll bring you home," she said. "Even if I have to break the world to do it."

Kael fought for what felt like hours. Each strike from his other self was a philosophy—power without limits, justice without mercy. But Kael held his ground.

"I don't need to become a god," he panted, staff glowing dimly. "I just need to become me."

The alternate Kael laughed. "Then let's see if you're strong enough to survive that choice."

The battlefield imploded—light and memory collapsing inward.

—And woke up, gasping, back inside the Resonance chamber.

The Being stood over him, calm and unmoving.

"You have heard your song. You have found your melody."

"Now what?" Kael asked, voice hoarse.

"Now... you begin to sing it loud enough to be heard by the stars."

The Counter-Melody