"In a world that buried its gods and burned its weapons,
one boy was never meant to rise."
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Ash fell like snow.
Kael Vireon gasped through gritted teeth, his body battered and broken. His ribs ached, his arms scraped raw from stone and dirt. The world was blurred and trembling, like it might collapse if he blinked too hard.
He was dying. Somewhere deep in the crags of the outer ruins, bleeding under a dead sky.
He was only seventeen.
And completely alone.
He didn't belong here—not really. He wasn't a soldier. Not a hunter. Just a kid from the scrap village of Mireholt, raised by an old, bitter man who once fought in a war the world was trying to forget.
"Never trust the Systems," his guardian used to spit. "They made monsters out of men. Then left us all to rot."
Kael never saw the war. But he saw its scars—etched into the man who raised him and carved into the broken relics buried beneath the world.
And now, one of those relics was calling to him.
Hours ago, something had fallen from the sky—blazing like a second sun—and crashed into the ruined valley near the outskirts. Everyone in the village ran.
But Kael… felt it. Like it reached inside him and pulled.
And now here he was. Half-dead. Dragged down a cliff by a quake. Bones screaming. Skin torn. The air thick with heat and smoke.
But something hummed beneath the surface. A whisper under the pain.
"Come closer, Kael…"
His fingers dug through the ash. There—half-buried, pulsing with silver light—lay a cracked crystal core. It shimmered like glass filled with stars, but jagged and broken.
His breath caught.
His hand moved, trembling.
And he touched it.
The light exploded.
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[Weapon System Activation]
[SYSTEM BOOT SEQUENCE: ACTIVE]
▸ Binding Host Soul…
▸ Genetic Verification: Bypass Override
▸ User Age: 17
▸ Talent Detected: ARMAMENT ECHO (Hidden Effect: Classified)
▸ System Status: Dormant → Awakening
Warning: No prior sync detected. System will auto-adapt.
▸ Welcome, Last Weapon User.
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> Kael screamed. Not aloud—but inside.
His veins burned. His bones rang like struck iron.
Something ancient clawed its way into his soul… and took root.
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