[@Odin]
[h2]Rogue Soul[/h2][b][color=darkred]Chapter 0 - Forged of Flames and Violence[/color][/b][hr]
You approached the beast before you with the assumption that it would move to intercept you. You [i]are[/i] a seasoned fighter, you simply [i]knew[/i] this as a fact. [i]You were prepared[/i].

Or so you thought.

Contrary to your predictions, the beast stood still. Your Kanabo met its target unhinged. Yet why does it matter? The beast didn't even as much as flinch over your strike.

"[i]Ah...[/i]" You remarked as you realized the insurmountable difference of power between you, a mere shadow, and the creature that stood at the pinnacle of this plane.

[color=darkred]"What..."[/color]

You heard it growl.

[color=darkred]"Is it exactly that you find so weird.."[/color]

It continued. Its left biceps coiled and bulged - flame and lava can be seen erupting from its veins.

[color=darkred]"If a Monarch wanted to test His heir's worth?!"[/color]

A thunderous punch flew towards you.

It was simple and straightforward. A straight, with no feint or tricks behind it. Were this punch thrown by anything but this monstrosity, you would easily dodge it. Yet here you are, helplessly staring at the incoming strike unaware and unprepared.

Like a ragdoll, you flew and bounced all over the arena. You felt two or three of your ribs breaking, stabbing at your lungs. Something hot and metallic rose through your throat, and wetted the inside of your mouth.

[b]Blood[/b]. [i]Was it yours?[/i] You thought to yourself.
[b]And bones, too[/b]. You never had these before.

You felt your body changing. From where the beast - no, Monarch - had landed His strike, you felt surging heat and pain. Bones were forming and breaking continuously, snapping into their place bit by bit. And growing from the white branches, were strands of crimson ivy. [b]Muscles[/b]. Then on top of it, a rubbery substance began to spread until it encompassed your entire being. [b]Skin[/b].

You let out a silent scream from the unbearable pain of being reborn. And as sudden as it all began, the pain subdued. You took a glance at your new appendages - all of them at an equal portion of alien and familiar. Then a name entered your mind. [i]Your[/i] name.

[color=darkred]"Stand! Young one,"[/color] the Monarch roared. [color=darkred]"Choose your next move carefully. There is a fine line between courage and foolishness."[/color]

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