Fwoosh!
Vicious flames engulfed the prodigious cities of man and the cracked sky seemed to bleed, dyed in an unforgiving crimson.
Chaotic winds kicked up storms as the world seemed to slowly slip apart at the seams.
Purple lightning struck the landscape mercilessly leaving the pristine brick roads decimated and the pinnacle of architectural achievements in ruin.
The vast ground quaked and cracks splintered throughout what once was the proud continent of Artriad.
The world seemed to end as masses of land and bodies of water were suspended in the air and slowly rose toward a large black vortex in the sky.
The natural beauty of the world lay defiled and marred by eerie phenomena reeking havoc indiscriminately.
On the largest and highest sky island, vicious waves of power collided, splashing vibrant colors across the crumbling horizon.
"You fuckers! Couldn't you just keep your greedy hands out of my way!?" A raspy voice raged out with a cacophonous boom.
"I told you we all should have worked through the storyline as per my orders!" A pleasant womanly voice interjected with a fierce gale of wind accompanying her.
"Let's not get it twisted, the storyline went to shit long before any of you bastards decided to step in and meddle in vain." A deep and steady voice cut through the commotion. Only a sharp and refined presence made itself known to silence the argument.
However, after a brief silence, various more voices made themselves known with all their grievances and unique shows of power.
"Forget it all…" The deflated voice of a defeated man spoke, however no one heard him amid all the furious banter. "Was fate really something for us to grasp or were we doomed from the start?"
A man in sleek steel armor clutched the stump of his right arm, slowly leaking thick, murky blood. He looked up toward the sky, sadly falling apart as life leaked from it.
He brought his head back down and looked around him.
A group of 12 valiant figures were assembled on this floating mass of rock, all quarreling childishly while flaunting their own powers and auras.
But it wasn't hard to notice that all of them were more or less worse for wear, sporting seemingly fatal wounds, shredded armor, and dripping blood.
He brought his left hand drenched in his own blood slowly to his forehead… and as he bore witness to the pathetic sight around him, he began to laugh.
"Hah…Hahaha!" He gripped the wavy brown locks over his eyes as his hair began to crust with blood.
He then began to maniacally pull at his hair while screaming so hard his veins throbbed from his skin.
The assembly started to take notice as their arguments slowly died out.
"Haha! Storyline? We're all fucking dead! Again! And again after that! We are all fucked you idiots! When will you all finally understand!?" He started shouting.
Crack!
A fragment of the sky shattered and tore through the ground as it fell from above.
BOOM!.
But subsequently, a low guttural rumble sounded from the void in the sky as the gazes of the group were drawn to it one after another.
Grrraaaa.
A gigantic, beastial eyeball peered at Earth from beyond the boundary.
It's grotesque, pulsating blood vessels were made obvious due to its sheer size as the vertical slit narrowed into focus on the 12.
"Fuck! I can't start over all again!"
"…I'll kill all of you…"
"AGHHH!"
Numerous reactions were elicited from the group, some took to the skies in a crazed charge, some dropped to their knees in disbelief, others began to attack those next to them.
But Kalen solemnly stood there in his worn steel armor with his eyes on his own feet.
'When will this ever end. I would rather be put to rest here then go through these meaningless motions.'
As the chaos in the surroundings reached its peak, Kalen took one last action.
Ptuh!
He coughed up a thick globule of blood onto the ground next to him and said…
"Fuck this."
Vwoom.
A formless pressure that put the most extremes of gravity to shame embraced the world.
All of the 12 were frozen in their tracks instantly, those seemingly capable of leveling landscapes with their own prowess were forced into submission without a single move of the entity.
An unparalleled gust of wind tore threw the world as the eye lazily widened, and then…
There was nothing.
Kalen felt an unmatched wave of nausea overtake his being before an extreme sense of dissonance and emptiness.
He lost all sense of his body, feelings, and sensation as he merely existed in what felt like an endless void.
One where time didn't seem to have much affect.
One where your sentience merely occupied a plane of space unilaterally. Where your thoughts were drowned out by the sole blankness this plane submerged you in.
But Kalen could faintly make out 11 other presences around him somewhere in the nothingness.
'It's them.'
However he couldn't do anything even after knowing this. In this darkness where his thoughts couldn't travel, where words couldn't escape, and where feeling didn't exist.
In this void, where silence was your solace as well as your torment. In this void where your consciousness experiences the purest form of isolation, Kalen waited.
In a span of time which could have easily been a minute as much as it could have been a century to Kalen in this place, the same insidious and gut-wrenching familar words rang through what he would like to believe was his head in a soft whisper.
A voice so harmonious men would swoon over once they had heard it once. A tone so noble it could only command the most sincere adoration from its audience.
A voice that couldn't come off anymore twisted and abhorrent in Kalen's ears at the moment.
And a face.
A face so harmonious that it would bring any human to tears no matter their sexual orientation by just sheer objective beauty.
Hair that seemed woven from starlight, pearlescent skin reminiscent of jade, and features that seemed sculpted from perfection.
But it was a pair of piercing golden eyes that seemed to single out the soul of Kalen and he felt he had no choice but to squirm, change, and conform to her will.
"Child, you are among the chosen. You cannot fall now! Grasp your path with your sacred blessing. Take hold your fate, mortal. Deliver salvation! Time is waning."
'AAAAGGHHHHRRR!'