"Damn, that Raina'd's core is like a once-in-a-lifetime event. At least it's useful for something, that fucking bastard tried to kill me," I muttered under my breath as I scoured Kian's neighbourhood in search of him.
Despite my injuries starting to heal, my fractured arms a constant reminder, I pressed on, determined to find a silver lining amidst the chaos.
"He better not be dead, or I swear I'll revive him just to slap that stupid face of his," I grumbled, the anger bubbling within me.
"Freaking Raina'd ruining—"
And then I caught a whiff of something that stopped me in my tracks: the unmistakable metallic scent of blood.
Instantly, my feet sprang into action, propelling me through the neighborhood with the grace of a caffeinated squirrel.
The air hung heavy with the stench of iron, foreboding and suffocating, like a dark omen of the future I dreaded witnessing.
My chest tightened, a knot of fear and dread twisting within me.
"...Kian."
With every step, the weight of impending tragedy bore down on me, until I rounded the corner and was met with a sight that shattered my spirit like a sick cosmic joke.
Kian's head, detached from his body, lay before me—a macabre centerpiece that would make even the most seasoned horror director shudder in disgust.
It was as if someone had taken a blender to his existence, leaving behind a grotesque reminder of the merciless brutality we were up against.
"Seriously? This is what you call a plot twist?" I yelled at the heavens, my anger and confusion intertwining.
My heart ached as the reality sunk in, realizing that no amount of essence or power could bring him back.
Tears poured from my eyes uncontrollably, mixing with his blood as I fell to my knees, clutching Kian's lifeless head to my chest.
His cerulean eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now stared into nothingness, devoid of any gaze or flicker of consciousness.
In a fit of rage and grief, I tore at my own clothes, their destruction a reflection of the pain consuming me.
"Why? Just... why?" I choked on the words, my voice a broken whisper.
It was as if the author revelled in sadistic pleasure, toying with our lives and tearing apart the bonds we cherished.
But I vowed, in that moment, to unleash a storm of vengeance upon those responsible. No plot twist or cruel twist of fate would deter me from seeking justice for Kian
His blood, mingling with my tears, stained the ground as I sank to my knees, a shattered soul cradling my best friend's severed head and lifeless body.
"Why? Why would they do this?" I seethed, my voice a venomous hiss that carried the weight of a thousand curses.
Grief and fury intertwined within me, threatening to unravel the last shreds of my sanity.
Unrestrained anger pulsed through every fiber of my being, its flames licking at the fringes of my consciousness.
My fists clenched, knuckles whitening as my nails dug deep into my palms, desperate for release from the torment within.
A feral roar erupted from the depths of my chest, reverberating through the desolate streets—a battle cry of the tempest brewing inside me.
Reality distorted, the world blurring around me, as rage clouded my vision and consumed the remnants of my former self.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, each pulsation fueling the inferno of wrath raging within my core.
With each breath, I drew in the seething energy of my essence, channeling its power to stoke the tempest of my fury.
No longer a mere Paragon, I became an unstoppable force of unyielding determination, a cataclysmic storm poised to wreak havoc upon those responsible for Kian's brutal demise.
In that moment, the boundaries between hero and villain blurred, swallowed by the all-consuming hunger for retribution.
The sky trembled, as if the very heavens wept in tandem with my rage.
Amidst the ruins, I stood as a solitary figure, the embodiment of wrath, ready to defy the confines of this twisted narrative and carve my own path.
With every fiber of my being, I vowed to dismantle the walls of this malevolent world, shattering the illusion of control that the author held over us.
No longer a pawn in their sadistic game, I would rise as the author of my own destiny, leaving chaos in my wake.
The silent streets became my battleground, as I knelt in the pool of Kian's blood. Holding his severed head and body close, I felt a surge of energy coursing through me.
Consuming my essence, my lightning-charged chi erupted, unleashing a cataclysmic rampage that tore through the world around me.
My facial features contorted into a terrifying mask of rage, my eyes ablaze with an otherworldly glow, and my raven-black hair lifted and floated on invisible currents.
With each strike, each bolt of electrified fury, the world trembled beneath my wrath, reduced to fragments by the sheer force of my vengeance.
For Kian, for every innocent life extinguished by the Rain'd, I became an avenging angel, a force that would stop at nothing to exact justice, leaving nothing but devastation in my wake.
With each strike, each bolt of electrified fury, the world trembled beneath my wrath, reduced to fragments by the sheer force of my vengeance.
And just as I was about to unleash every last ounce of energy within me, a bloody, watery tentacle shot forth from the pool of Kian's blood, aimed to strike me down.
But to my astonishment, a barrier not of my own creation intercepted the tentacle, preventing it from reaching me.
A hand, gentle yet firm, touched my shoulder, and a voice spoke, "Wipe away your tears."
I turned to face the unexpected presence, my rage momentarily subsiding as I beheld the figure before me.
His tall stature, a commanding presence, towered over me as I glanced up, his slim yet strong body cloaked in darkness.
Greenish silver eyes stared into mine, flickering with an intensity that mirrored the storm raging within my own soul.
In his black cloak, he seemed like an enigma, a figure of mystery and power, drawn to the turmoil that engulfed me.
But as the weight of Kian's loss bore down on me once more, anger surged through my veins, threatening to consume me.
"My friend is dead, gone! GONE, gone forever!" I screamed, my voice cracking with anguish and despair.
In a desperate attempt to strike back at the cruel hand fate had dealt me, I summoned the power of my lightning.
Bolts crackled and surged, aimed at obliterating the man's hand that had interrupted my rampage.
But to my shock, my lightning had no effect, thwarted by an unseen force beyond my comprehension.
As realization seeped in, I felt the strength drain from my limbs, my resolve crumbling like the ruins around us.
In the face of my impotence, anger gave way to grief, and tears streamed down my face, mixing with his blood
I sank to the ground, the weight of loss pressing upon me, as my cries of anguish echoed through the desolation.
Kneeling in the wreckage, my body shook with each sob, my heart shattered into a million pieces.
The pain was unbearable, the emptiness where Kian's presence once thrived unfathomable.
In this moment of vulnerability, I surrendered to the rawness of my emotions, allowing the tears to cleanse my wounded spirit.
For in the depths of my grief, I realized that true strength lay not solely in fury and vengeance, but in acknowledging and embracing the depths of sorrow.
And so, as his blood seeped into my clothes, I wept for my fallen friend, mourning the irreplaceable void left in his absence.
The Raina'd slowly took form from the pooling blood, its ethereal presence seemed to materialize before me.
"Do not intervene with the laws of the Raina'd unless you want us to become your enemy," it warned, its voice echoing with a mixture of authority and ancient wisdom.
But before the creature could finish its statement, it suddenly recognized the cloaked figure and uttered, "No—You, you are..."
The cloaked man swiftly interrupted, his voice cutting through the air, "Shut up," and in an instant, the Raina'd exploded into a mist of rain, dissipating into nothingness.
Anger seethed within me, my gaze fixed upon the remnants of the Raina'd, my fists clenched in frustration.
The mysterious figure stood tall beside me, his presence commanding yet filled with an air of enigmatic understanding.
"He isn't dead, kid," he said, his words reaching the depths of my shattered heart.
I looked up, a mixture of disbelief and longing in my eyes, my voice trembling as I responded, "Don't you dare lie to me and give me false hope."
My anger collided with the fragile flicker of hope, leaving me torn between the desire to believe and the fear of being deceived once more.
The mysterious figure's gaze softened, his greenish-silver eyes reflecting a depth of understanding beyond my comprehension.
"I understand your pain, your doubt," he said, his voice tinged with a gentle compassion.
"But trust me when I say that your friend's journey doesn't end here."
Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the rain and the remnants of my fury.
The weight of grief, anger, and hope converged within me, threatening to consume my fragile resolve.
"Why should I trust you?" I choked on the words, my voice a fragile whisper.
"After everything that has happened, how can I believe that there's still a shred of hope left?"
The cloaked figure knelt beside me, his hand resting on my trembling shoulder. The touch was both comforting and electrifying, as if an invisible current passed between us.
"Because, my young Paragon, I have witnessed the ebb and flow of life, the power of transformation that lies within every soul," he replied, his voice carrying a quiet conviction.
"Your friend's story is far from over"
A flicker of determination ignited within me, a glimmer of resilience amidst the darkness that threatened to consume my spirit.
"I won't let him die in vain," I declared, my voice steadier now, laced with newfound resolve.
"Tell me everything, and I will do whatever it takes to bring justice to those who caused his suffering."
The cloaked figure nodded, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Your path will not be easy, kid but I sense a formidable strength within you—a strength born from true loyalty."