The Paradox of Emperal
Born into a world that deemed him powerless, Emperal was cursed to remain motionless, trapped in a body that refused to move. The world saw him as fragile—a broken soul fated to lie in bed forever. But what they couldn't know, what they never could have imagined, was that from the moment of his birth, Emperal awakened an ability so extraordinary, it shattered the boundaries of what was possible.
He could move the world with a mere thought. Not just simple telekinesis, but with the kind of precision and mastery that could make mountains shift and oceans churn. A power that, for all its glory, came at a crushing cost.
For every motion he commanded, his own body grew weaker. Every ounce of energy poured into shaping the world around him drained his life force, until he was left even more immobile than before. Worse yet, his power could never lift him—no matter how immense it became, he remained bound to his bed, a prisoner of his own extraordinary curse.
For years, Emperal was trapped in this cruel paradox: capable of shaping the world, but incapable of even moving a finger. His strength was his prison. His power, his torment.
But even in the depths of despair, his mind remained sharp. Watching. Waiting. Plotting.
Then, on a day the world thought nothing of, Emperal made a choice. A choice that would shatter the very fabric of fate. With a single thought, he chose to end it all—not out of surrender, but as the first step toward rewriting his destiny.
Because sometimes, the end isn’t truly an end. It’s the beginning of something far darker, far more dangerous.
For when Emperal finally rose, it wasn’t as a savior or a victim, but as a force so unrelenting, so vengeful, that the world itself would tremble. Bound no longer by his frail body, he would wield his curse like a blade—and carve his name into existence itself.
