The Transcendence Desire
The world had already ended once.
Its death wasn’t marked by fire or flood, but by silence—the silence of gods who no longer answered, of rituals long forgotten, and of humanity's slow drift from the spiritual truth that once bound all things.
In that twilight, a shaman reached the edge of life and death, offering his soul in a final, desperate rite.
He expected oblivion.
Instead, he opened his eyes to the past.
Reborn with all the knowledge of his former life, the shaman returns to a time before everything collapsed—before the spirits withdrew, before the sacred paths were defiled, before he himself was broken.
But this time, he has no illusions.
He does not seek fame, vengeance, or companionship. His only desire is transcendence—to climb beyond the limits of life and spirit, and to become one with the divine itself.
The path he walks is not one of swords, systems, or schools.
It is not a road blessed by the heavens.
It is older, more primal—a forgotten trail carved in blood, bone, and breath.
Shamanism is a pact with things the world pretends not to see.
The rites he performs are not flashy; they are precise, disturbing, and irreversible.
He calls spirits into fetishes made of teeth.
He binds vengeful ghosts into tattoos that whisper in the night.
He burns pieces of his soul for glimpses into the veil.
He wields no blade, yet death walks with him.
His power is not given—it is taken, through sacrifice, through pain, and through terrifying understanding of how the world truly works.
People call him mad. Some call him a prophet.
But no one understands him.
He speaks in riddles, walks with ancient things, and watches the world as if he’s already beyond it.
He is cold, but not cruel.
Detached, but not aimless.
Every action, every word, every silence serves a ritual purpose: the next step toward his goal.
But as his power grows, so too does the weight of his existence.
The rituals he weaves change more than just himself—they fracture the world around him.
Those who cross paths with the shaman are never the same.
Some are blessed.
Most are cursed.
A few understand.
All are affected.
This is not a story of becoming a hero.
This is not the tale of a man fighting fate.
This is a slow, meditative descent or ascent into something far beyond mortality.
The shaman does not seek to win.
He seeks to transcend.
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