Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 37: A Child's Squabble: Part 1

I Am The Judgement,

I Am The Apocalypse,

And...

I AM...THE REVOLUTION!

The subconscious Griswa's eyes locked onto those of the conscious Griswa, their faces inches apart, their gazes burning with the intensity of true enemies. "Face yourself," the subconscious whispered, its voice dripping with menace. And with that, the dark version of Griswa vanished into the abyss of their shared mind.

Conscious Griswa didn't try to call him back. He knew it would be futile. The only certainty he had was that as long as his consciousness existed, it would act as a dam, preventing the subconscious from unleashing the full potential of their shared body. But what that limited potential could still do was a question that haunted him, especially considering the threat it posed to the planet of Ehayor.

Griswa was consumed by frustration, a seething mass of anger and helplessness. He didn't want to be a hero, nor did he aspire to be a villain. "I am not a hero, I am not a villain, I am no side character either, even if I wished to be. One problem after another..." he muttered to himself, each word tinged with bitterness. He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of his predicament pressing down on him. Yet, he knew he had to trap his subconscious again, no matter the cost.

His mind raced, thoughts swirling like a tempest. The chain of events that led to this moment played out in his head. He saw the shattered mountains, remnants of his subconscious's rage. He remembered the feel of the chains binding him, the dark energy that pulsed with malevolent intent. It all seemed like an insurmountable challenge, but he couldn't afford to give up.

"What kind of sick joke is this?" Griswa spat, his frustration bubbling over. "I never asked for this power, never wanted this burden." His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms until they bled. "Yet here I am, fighting against myself, trying to prevent a catastrophe I didn't cause."

The subconscious Griswa was acutely aware of the meddling of his conscious counterpart. Trapped so suddenly, the conscious mind had barely comprehended the situation before instinctively blocking the subconscious's full power. The result? Merely the shattering of mountains instead of the original goal: slicing the planet into eight halves and moving on.

But there was something more, something the subconscious had initially overlooked. It wasn't just the conscious mind hindering him. After some contemplation, it realized the true interference: Mexileum. The subconscious recalled the moment Master Ehayor had entrusted Griswa with the sword in a distant flashback. The old master's words echoed in his mind: this sword is special. It was a controller of power, a safeguard to prevent Griswa's berserk state from emerging.

"First Hezick, then the bitchy conscious, and now this lunatic sword," the subconscious growled. Annoyance simmered beneath the surface as he reached for the sword, sensing an approaching presence. It was Master Ehayor, hurtling towards him with godly super speed. Despite the distance, Griswa's supernatural eyes discerned the figure moving hundreds of kilometers away.

Without a moment's hesitation, the subconscious grasped the sword's handle with his index finger and thumb. With a mere flicker, he launched it towards the oncoming figure. The sword sliced through the air, traversing the vast distance in the blink of an eye.

Master Ehayor, fully aware of the incoming weapon, didn't falter. Instead, he sidestepped gracefully, catching the sword in a unique style. His left hand's index and middle fingers intercepted the handle, allowing it to slide between them. The movement slowed as friction brought the sword to a halt in stylized slow motion, a metallic sound ringing out.