Atlas's world was pain. He hung suspended by his wrists, chains biting cruelly into his flesh, the cold metal almost comforting in its familiarity. The damp, musty air of the cell mingled with the coppery scent of blood, both his own and those who had come before him. His body, lean and scarred, was a testament to seven years of relentless torment.
"Again," came the overseer's cold, emotionless command.
A whip cracked through the air, slicing across Atlas's back. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give the satisfaction of a scream. The overseer stepped closer, his ghostly pale face framed by stark white hair streaked with grey. Deep blue eyes, rimmed with dark circles, bored into Atlas's soul, searching for any sign of breaking.
"You disappoint me, Atlas," the overseer murmured, his voice a chilling whisper that seemed to seep into the very walls. "Such potential, yet still unawakened. You should be capable of so much more."
Atlas's vision blurred with tears of pain and frustration. Despite years of brutal training, the shadowy magic he was told he possessed remained elusive. He had grown stronger, more skilled with a sword, but the power that lay dormant within him refused to surface.
The overseer motioned to a guard, who doused Atlas with a bucket of icy water, causing him to gasp and shiver. "You have the blood of legends, Atlas," the overseer continued, pacing slowly. "A light-wielding swordswoman for a mother, a dark-wielding mage for a father. And yet, here you are, a shadow of what you should be."
Atlas's body trembled with a mixture of cold and exhaustion, but he forced himself to meet the overseer's gaze. "Why?" he croaked, his voice raw. "Why do you care so much about my power?"
The overseer's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Because, boy, your potential is limitless. The union of light and dark within you is unprecedented. We will see what you are truly capable of, even if it means breaking you in the process."
He turned away, signaling the end of the session. "Take him back to his cell," he ordered the guards. "Tomorrow, we begin anew."
Atlas was unshackled and dragged back to the familiar confines of his cell. Every step was agony, but he forced himself to move. As the heavy iron door clanged shut behind him, he collapsed onto the cold, damp floor, his body racked with shudders.
In the oppressive silence, Atlas lay there, staring at the cracked stone ceiling. He was alive, and as long as he lived, there was hope. He would endure. He would survive. And one day, he would awaken the power within him and break free from this nightmare.
2555 days, 2555 Scars, 7 years no results incredibly Atlas held strong as the Daybreaks have always done, But the Oversser was right, a shadow of what I shluld be, But Atlas had no idea tommarow everything would change, as he fell blissfully into slumber
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Atlas's eyes snapped open to the rough shake of the guard. The familiar, nameless brute hauled him to his feet, the chains around his wrists clinking as he was dragged from his cell. The guard's grip was unyielding, his silence unnerving. Atlas was accustomed to the morning routine of being dragged from his cell, but today there was an air of urgency that set his nerves on edge.
The guard led him through the winding, dimly lit corridors of the prison, the walls echoing with the distant sounds of other captives. The iron door to the overseer's office loomed ahead, and Atlas's heart pounded in his chest. The guard opened the door, shoving Atlas inside before taking his place by the entrance.
In the center of the room, behind a massive wooden desk, sat the overseer, his pale face as cold and unreadable as ever. But it was the man seated opposite him that captured Atlas's attention. This newcomer exuded an aura of power and menace that was impossible to ignore. His presence dominated the room, and Atlas couldn't tear his eyes away.
The man was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a crisp white trench coat that fell to his ankles, and a wide-brimmed white hat tilted just so, casting a shadow over his eyes. His attire gave off a strange cocktail of elegance and intimidation. His cool demeanor was both unsettling and captivating.
"Ah, Atlas, good morning," the overseer said with a thin smile that didn't reach his eyes. "This is Lord West, one of the higher-ups. He has come to see the progress of our project."
Lord West's gaze bored into Atlas. "So, you're the one we've been investing so much in," he said, his voice smooth but with an edge of steel. "The child with the supposed shadow power."
Atlas stood silently, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the weight of West's scrutiny, as if the man was peeling back layers of his very soul.
West leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "I've been briefed on your situation. It seems you've shown little to no progress. Despite the bloodlines you come from, you're still nothing more than a waste of resources."
The overseer opened his mouth to speak, but West raised a hand, silencing him. "Enough," he said, his tone commanding. "I've heard your excuses. The council is tired of this charade. We have poured countless resources into this project, and yet, there are no results."
Atlas's mind raced. He knew this man held his fate in his hands. The overseer, usually so composed, seemed tense, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the desk.
West's gaze shifted back to Atlas, his eyes narrowing. "I owe the Daybreak family a favor. Instead of simply ending your miserable existence, I'll give you a chance. In one week, we will duel. If you can land a single hit on me, I'll not only let you live, but I'll set you free."
Atlas's eyes widened. This was unexpected.
"I won't use magic, of course," West added with a smirk. "But you'd better show me something worth keeping alive."
The overseer interjected, his voice strained. "This is madness, West! You can't possibly—"
West cut him off with a sharp glare. "This is not up for debate. You have one week to prepare him. If he fails, this project ends, and so does his life, Along with yours"
Without another word, West rose from his chair, towering over Atlas. "You have one week to prepare. If you fail, your life ends here."
West turned and strode out of the room, his white coat billowing behind him. The overseer looked at Atlas with a mixture of anger and desperation.
"We begin immediately," the overseer said through gritted teeth. "Our life's depends on it."
As the guard dragged Atlas back to his cell, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He had one week to unlock the power within him. One week to survive. And he would do whatever it took.
Name: Atlas Daybreak
Class: Shadow Mage
Level: 1
Attributes:
Strength: 18
Dexterity: 22
Intelligence: 18
Wisdom: 16
Constitution: 20
Charisma: 12
Health: 100 / 100
Mana: 60 / 60
Stamina: 80 / 80
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Skills:Swordsmanship: Advanced
Elemental Magic: Novice
Stealth: Novice