Ken found himself alone in the now dark and ominous war room. The walls shrouded in darkness felt like the halls of a cave, endless and cold. Ken’s breaths became slow, deliberate, each exhale had thought behind it. He could hear the howl of wolves echoing through his mind.
He laid his head upon the table and envisioned himself dressed in chains. The cold table felt like iron on his arms,as if it, too, had become another link in the chains that held him down. Ken felt the weight of his decisions yet to come, like the destiny Hamund had spoken of was holding him down.
Ken felt irritated as he told himself Hamund had no right to talk to him like he was just some mere mortal. His eyes hardened with resolve as he stood abruptly, shaking off the cold grip of despair “If he wants to play a game of fate!” Ken said aloud, as if to challenge the darkness itself. “I will show him the path of godhood!”
Ken’s declaration reverberated through the empty war room, echoing off the cold metal walls. He took a deep breath, the weight of his words mingling with the determination in his chest. He banged his hand on the table reigniting the map that centered the room.
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The map, once a mere guide, now seemed like a battleground where Ken would have to forge his path. He surveyed the intricate lines and symbols, each galaxy which was once a mere blip now twinkled with hopes of allies and obstacles to be crossed off.
Ken’s eyes were drawn to the roots of the galaxy tree, he wondered what mysteries were held within its clutch. He remembered the rumors he had heard along his travels, rumors of a pool that would grant you knowledge beyond imagination. His heart raced as he thought of the potential to find this pool. He thought to himself “This will be the ticket to my ascension, with or with Hamund.”
A sudden burst of laughter erupts from Ken, breaking the silence of the room. His laughter was a mix of exhilaration and defiance, a manifestation of his newfound resolve and the audacity of his plans.
Ken composed himself, his mind raced with ideas and strategies. He visualized each step of the journey, from gathering allies while hiding in the shadows of the crew that chained him to following rumors of any relics that could aid him in his path. He saw himself overcoming the obstacles in his way, each one a mere test of his determination and ingenuity.
Ken raced to the door, motivated to start his plans, thinking who could he turn to his side. As the bright lights from the hall shined into the room, Ken looked back with a sinister smile and said “Maybe the brother can be my start.”