Destruction. Chaos. Annihilation.
Those were the only things humans could currently feel. The immense pain had them cowering in fear for their lives. But each human reacted differently; Some chose to accept it, knowing that there was nothing they could do against such a catastrophic threat that had been placed upon their planet. Some tried to resist, knowing their bodies were feeble compared to the threat, inevitably dying. The smell of blood filled the air, remnants of malice and vengeance steaming from the fallen bodies. Large gooey figures had emerged, watching each body as the count of humanity had dropped over the course of only 5 days. The population had completely shriveled into ashes.
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The Womb - a curse placed onto the planet Earth over the course of thousands of years. Ever since it's previous defeat and sealing, it rested in the core of the Earth, absorbing countless amounts of energy, strengthening itself before it's ascent from its weak seal, delivering the end of the planet. However, the world had naturally evolved ever since the figure that sealed the womb had sacrificed themself, spreading their surplus amount of energy across the world, starting to evolve technology as it was a renewable source that seemed infinite. However, no human was able to properly harness its energy as a part of their bodies. For centuries, their bodies had gone under natural selection, erasing a layer of the soul - The Luminaris. The layer of imagination, said to even allow the craziest of dreams to be conjured. The powers of the human were forged from their strongest desires and memories.
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Despite the destruction of the world, there was still one person who had some sort of fight left in him. With his glistening blade held up into the sky, he staggered across the battlefield, looking at the shadowy figures, the vessels of the womb's intent. His luscious black locks fluttered as he ran. watching the figures ravaged towards him. He held his blade with confidence, swiftly clashing with the first of the figures, his dark brown eyes glaring as he noticed the other ones reaching to the left and right of him. However, the figure held the blade tight, its palm encompassed with the sharpness, giving the boy an advantage. With a swift slash from his left hand, he shifted his position, whirlwind kicking with his right leg before looking at the other two figures that needed defeating. But all of a sudden, he felt an immense weight on his body. He couldn't stand. He heard the sludge of the figure he had previously defeated shift into a mouthpiece of the womb.
"Despite 99% of your population's life being stripped away from them, you still choose to fight, believing YOU can do anything to change humanity's fate. I'm surprised that you've lived this long." The mouthpiece laughed, summoning a blade from his oozing fingertips, holding his foot upon the boy's head.
"You killed my friends...you killed my family...WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" The boy shouted into the dirt, spitting out the rocks as his fingers twitched, his heart pumping with anger. No matter how bad he wanted to get up, the world just seemed to be pushing him down. It always did. The blade got closer to the back of his neck, causing him to wince in pain.
"Suffer this painful death, remember your name, for that's the last thing you're going to remember." It cackled, lifting the sword up before plunging it directly into the boy's head, causing blood to seep. He thought he could've fought more. Maybe a shift of his leg? A twist of his finger? But with a sharp pain burning his eyes, they forced themselves open.
"Where…"
"..?"
His eyes fluttered open as he glanced at the place he was in. The light of the buildings bled through the night sky. It's as if the light fought against the darkness. He slowly stood up, dusting his clothes off as he glanced to his left and to his right, noticing that there weren't that many people around. It was night time, so there wasn't much to be expected. He weakly walked, feeling a sharp pain in his head, clutching onto the building for support. The city happened to be at a regular temperature. But still, he didn't know where he was.
"You DO know that you're not allowed to be out this late, right?" A voice was suddenly heard behind him. A man who seemed to be wearing a cybernetic uniform; a glistening white with blue streaks of energy that flowed through the design. He quickly held him by the arm, taking him to a large white building with the words, "AETHERIS DEFENDERS".
Now, both the policeman and the boy had sat at a table, both staring at each other. The boy could barely form a word. His mind was constantly relapsing over the same memory, causing him to occasionally need a sharp breath of air. The policeman simply looked at him, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hey. Before anything happens, could you at least tell me your name?" The policeman asked, watching the boy. He then glanced at his watch before staring at the dark night sky. Surely, this wasn't simply fatigue that the boy was experiencing. It had to be worse. The policeman clicked his fingers in front of the boy, watching him snap back to some sort of reality, as his voice slurred, uttering the same thing.
"OVAIS. OVAIS. OVAIS."
The policeman suddenly jumped back, squinting as he observed the boy's sudden snap, waiting as his heartbeat came to a rest. Then he asked again, "Could you tell me your name?"
"Name..Shiro…" He muttered weakly. Finally, the policeman had something to work off of.