13 kingdoms tried to steal the power of the gods and there was a great war between the gods and the kings. at the end of the war, 8 gods and 10 kings died and I was the only god left standing, leaving 3 kings and you were chosen to kill them.
"I will not be a pawn in your divine games," he said, his voice firm and unyielding. "I have enough troubles of my own."
Aria's eyes searched his, understanding the turmoil within him. "The fate of worlds rests upon your shoulders, Revy Gray. But fear not, for you shall not face this alone." With a graceful wave of her hand, she conjured an image of four other beings. Each one looked as out of place in this realm as a star in a coal mine, yet they were undeniably powerful.
"These are your comrades," she continued, "each chosen for their unique abilities and their own vendetta against the false gods. Together you'll team up to kill the last 3 kings."
The image shimmered and grew solid, revealing Seyrin Roy, a fiery-haired woman whose gaze was sharp as a blade; Lizzy Beyrin, with an aura of dreams and whispers of nightmares in her eyes; Adam Heyrman, a stoic monk with a sniper's precision; and Lili, a girl with a shadowy grace that spoke of silent, deadly intent. The five of them looked as much a ragtag group of misfits as they did a team destined to challenge the very fabric of the divine order.
Revy's third personality took a step forward, the crimson katana in hand, feeling the weight of its curse and the promise of power it offered. "Why me?" he demanded, the echoes of his shy and cunning selves silenced by the gravity of the situation.
Aria's gaze never wavered. "Because you are the only one who can wield the Red Abyss," she said, nodding towards the sword. "It is a weapon blessed by the true God of Death, a weapon that can kill even the gods."
The third personality looked down at the katana, feeling a strange connection to it. It was as if the sword was an extension of his very being. He knew he had never used it in battle, but the power it contained was undeniable.