Krizand was a dying world.
The sky was pale and the soil had long lost its strength. Villages stood in ruin, their walls broken by years of suffering. Children cried from hunger while thin Krizardians searched desperately for scraps of food.
Above them, Xprian soldiers marched through the streets.
They carried crates of supplies stolen from the starving population. Whips cracked through the air as they forced Krizardians to kneel.
“Move!” one of the guards shouted, striking a man across the back.
The man collapsed into the dirt.
Nearby, an old elder sat beside a small fire surrounded by frightened children. His voice was quiet but steady.
“One day… the God of War will return.”
The children looked at him with wide eyes.
“And when he comes… our chains will finally break.”
Not far away, a young boy listened silently.
Lim.
Seventeen years old.
His fists tightened as he watched another Krizardian fall beneath the Xprians’ cruelty.
Rage burned in his eyes.
The Lost Hunter
Later that day, Lim wandered deep into the forest outside the village.
His clothes were torn and his stomach twisted with hunger.
In his hands he held a crude spear made from broken wood and sharpened stone.
A small animal moved through the brush.
Lim’s eyes locked onto it.
If I lose this… I won’t eat tonight.
He lunged forward.
The animal ran.
Lim chased it across the rocks—
Then the ground collapsed beneath him.
The world spun.
Stones crashed around him as he fell into darkness.
When the dust settled, Lim groaned and pushed himself up.
He had fallen into a cavern.
Strange symbols glowed faintly along the stone walls.
Ancient markings.
Images of celestial beings and wars older than memory covered the cave.
At the center stood a stone altar.
Carved into it were words written in a forgotten language.
But somehow… Lim understood them.
“Kairos – The Third of Creation.”
His breathing grew heavier.
Something inside him reacted to the words.
Slowly, he reached out.
And touched the stone.
The Awakening
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The world exploded in crimson light.
Lim screamed as fire raced through his veins.
His body trembled violently.
Visions flooded his mind.
Stars being born.
Worlds colliding.
The universe forming from chaos.
And then—
A colossal shadow.
Kairos.
Vast wings stretching across endless darkness.
Eyes like burning suns.
The presence looked directly at him.
Lim roared in agony, but he refused to fall.
His body endured the storm of power.
When the light faded, his eyes opened again.
They burned with red and gold.
Behind him, a massive shadow rose from the ground.
The spirit of Kairos had chosen its vessel.
The First Battle
That evening, Xprian soldiers arrived at a nearby village.
They beat the Krizardians and seized the last remaining food.
A woman cried as the guards dragged her child away.
Suddenly, the wind changed.
Dust lifted from the ground.
The soldiers turned.
A lone figure stood at the edge of the village.
Lim.
His eyes glowed like burning embers.
One guard laughed.
“Another starving animal?”
Lim moved.
The first punch shattered the ground.
Uma onda de choque varreu a rua, arremessando os soldados para os lados.
Antes que pudessem se recuperar, Lim levantou a m?o.
O fogo irrompeu em uma explos?o.
Três soldados Xprian foram consumidos instantaneamente.
Atrás dele, asas de energia carmesim irromperam como um trov?o.
Os guardas restantes recuaram cambaleando, tomados pelo terror.
"Monstro!" gritou um deles.
Lim estendeu o bra?o.
Uma rajada de fogo negro irrompeu pelo campo de batalha, dizimando toda a patrulha em segundos.
Um silêncio profundo tomou conta da aldeia.
Um Krizardiano lentamente caiu de joelhos.
“O Deus da Guerra…”
Outros seguiram o exemplo.
“Nosso Deus retornou.”
O Trono de Sangue
As guerras come?aram logo depois.
Em planetas distantes, irromperam rebeli?es Krizardianas.
Os exércitos de Xpria sucumbiram a ataques implacáveis.
Lim liderou todas as batalhas.
Montanhas de corpos inimigos enchiam os campos.
Mundo após mundo caiu sob seu domínio.
Finalmente, em Krizand, um trono foi construído.
Um assento forjado em metal, osso e restos de armas conquistadas.
Lim sentou-se ali enquanto os Krizardianos rugiam em triunfo.
Seu Deus da Guerra havia despertado.
A Sombra por Trás do Rei
Naquela noite, a sala do trono estava vazia.
Lim caminhava sozinho pelo ch?o de mármore preto.
Ele olhou para o seu reflexo.
Mas algo estava errado.
Na reflex?o, ele n?o estava sozinho.
Atrás dele, erguia-se uma sombra imensa com asas infinitas.
Kairós.
Sua voz ecoou pelo sal?o silencioso.
“Eu escolhi você.”
“Mas o seu corpo…”
“…é apenas o come?o.”
A escurid?o engoliu o reflexo.
E assim come?ou verdadeiramente a lenda de Lim.
