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[h2]Rogue Soul[/h2][b][color=darkred]Chapter 0 - Forged of Flames and Violence[/color][/b][hr]
Whilst the light might impart upon others hope, it is rage that fills your heart as you answer to its whispers. It is not salvation that you seek. Neither is it peace; nor an ending to your pain and suffering. No, you would have stayed inside the darkness if that is what you wanted.

Thus, with your blood boiling, and your arms aching for another chance to take a swing upon your foe's face, your legs followed where the light leads you. And finally, after what feels to be an Aeon, you reached your destination. Before you, is a narrow corridor that ends with ornate double doors; forged out of cast iron, and seemingly impossible to shatter. The doors are heavy, yet your arms have yet to lose their edge. As you pushed with all your might, the door creaks open, and from within mist and mercurial light pours out.

You have found yourself inside an arena; a circular opening with walls impossible to climb surrounding it. A gladiatorium, if you may. At the center of it, a massive shadow, the size of a mountain stands in silence. Its arms are bound to the ground firmly by multiple chains, each and every one of them thick enough to hold a battle barge at bay.

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As you walked closer, the wraith opens its eyes, and a familiar voice enters your ears.

"Ye who seek for limitless power, prove thine worth to me!" the voice bellowed as the monstrous being started to move. In one vicious motion, it breaks all of its bindings, and swing its right arm at you. You quickly jumped out of its reach, and are right in time to see the Earth you stood on just a second ago turns into a massive crater.

You have managed to keep your life for now, yet your instincts told you that the next time the shadow moves, it would not be that easy to keep it that way.

... What will you do?