Fixed with Grammarly and added some words with ChatGPT(some dude recommended it)
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The sealed king of the Quincy would regain his pulse after 900 years, his mind after 90 years, his strength after 9 years, and the world after 9 days.
"This foretold the return of the Quincy King," I thought to myself. "I've memorized it since my father wanted me to be an educated Quincy."
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"But I still don't understand why it's happening to me!"
In a dark, isolated cave, a statue of a young man seated on a throne pulsed with a faint glow of blue energy. Around him were scattered flowers and offerings, carefully placed at his feet as if in reverence.
This was Yhwach, a Quincy boy named after the ancient Quincy King. He had been one of the countless casualties of the King's powerful but cruel ability, Auswählen. Born half-blooded and with a frail body, Yhwach had been bedridden for most of his short life. When the King stripped the power of the Quincy from those deemed unworthy, Yhwach lost his Quincy abilities and succumbed to death shortly after.
For the last nine hundred and ninety-nine years, he had remained a 'statue,' made entirely of condensed Reishi, the spiritual particles that formed everything in the world. The Reishi that composed his form leaked steadily out of the cave, giving life to the surrounding area, transforming the landscape, and unknowingly blessing the people nearby with the powers of the Quincy.
Children born within the last ninety years had been blessed with an uncanny control over Mana, and in some rare cases, a few of these children even learned to filter their Mana into Reishi itself. But of course, Yhwach knew nothing of this.
"I do wonder if anyone will bring me more offerings today."
Since regaining consciousness ninety-nine years ago, Yhwach had watched the villagers bring offerings to him year after year. They would leave bowls of fruits, flowers, and handmade trinkets, praying for good harvests, protection, or a prosperous new year. Even though his strength had not yet returned, Yhwach's form still leaked Reishi, unintentionally blessing the people. The energy around him melted the snow that would normally blanket the region in harsh winters, turning the land into a perpetual spring where crops thrived, and the people lived in plenty.
Scholars from distant lands often visited the village, fascinated by the unusual conditions. They studied the strange boundary that surrounded the village—where snow would instantly melt, and plants grew as if touched by magic. Monsters avoided the village entirely, unable to cross the invisible barrier created by the Reishi that constantly flowed from Yhwach. One scholar had even tried bringing a captured goblin into the village, only to witness its veins rupture violently as they crossed the boundary, killing the creature almost instantly.
"If my calculations are right," Yhwach mused, "I will finally be able to move at midnight, when my body regains its full strength."
He could feel his form shifting beneath the shell of Reishi, his once-lifeless body slowly awakening. He anticipated the moment when he would no longer be bound to the throne of stone, when he could finally rise and explore the world—something he had never been able to do in his past life.
Yhwach had spent his former life bedridden, confined to a single room with a narrow window that showed him the same dreary yard every day. He had only ever dreamed of seeing the world's rivers, mountains, and forests. Now, freedom was within his grasp.
"All I have to do is wait," he told himself.
And so, Yhwach waited. He watched as the villagers made their way up to the cave for the annual offering, as children placed bowls of fruit and odd-shaped rocks at his feet, while their parents and grandparents presented more proper tributes. He knew that one of the children would likely steal a few offerings later, just as they did every year for the last ninety-nine years.
But something was different this time. Yhwach's body began to glow more brightly with each passing hour. The villagers noticed too. They stood at a distance, staring in awe as his figure grew more radiant. The shell of Reishi that encased him started to crack, and in the next moment, it shattered. Reishi exploded outward in every direction, a flood of energy sweeping through the village, the surrounding forests, and reaching even the farthest kingdoms and distant continents. It was as if Yhwach was announcing his presence to the entire world.
Somewhere, in a land of pure darkness and demons, inside an ominous castle, the Demon King stirred on his throne. He felt the Reishi—a new and unfamiliar energy—an energy that threatened his very existence.
"Hmm..." the Demon King murmured.
But Yhwach knew nothing of this yet. All that mattered now was the feeling of life returning to his limbs. For the first time, both in this new life and in his previous one, he could truly move. He sat up from the stone throne, and with his own eyes—not relying on Reishi—he gazed out at the world.
The villagers stared at him in disbelief, their eyes wide with reverence. After several seconds of stunned silence, an old woman fell to her knees and clasped her hands together in prayer.
"Oh, Great Spirit of Light! Thank you for blessing our village!"
Yhwach sighed inwardly.
"Well... this is going to be annoying."