[GTS] To devour is to survive, that is the way of life for all those who transcend the confines of the Insignificant things called planets, who break the laws of mortality and go beyond the sanity of reason, that is the way of a Devourer of worlds...
Kaelen knelt on the soft, pink terrain, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His sword dangled uselessly from his trembling hand, its blade chipped and dulled from the fury of strikes he had unleashed. Yet none of it had mattered. The towering woman before him stood unscathed, not a scratch on her silver armor, not a strand of her brown hair out of place. Even her skin, pristine and white, remained intact as if mocking his effort.
This was Zephora—the Devourer of Worlds, the harbinger of doom. And she was untouchable.
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Kaelen's gaze dropped to the ground beneath him. The pink, smooth surface stretched endlessly, curving and rising into massive hills that towered over him like impossibly large walls of flesh. He knew what it was—he didn't need to be told. This was no battlefield. He was fighting on her body. This reality, as absurd and horrifying as it was, struck him again with crushing weight.
He was nothing to her. A mite. A speck.
Zephora's smaller avatar stepped forward, her presence impossibly commanding despite being scaled down to his size. She peered at him with a faint smirk, her blue eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Is this all you have to offer?" she asked, her voice calm but dripping with arrogance. "You've been given a chance—more than most mortals ever receive—and yet here you are, kneeling before me like a broken toy."
Kaelen clenched his teeth, his knuckles whitening around the hilt of his sword. He could feel his body screaming at him to stay down, to surrender and let the inevitable happen. Every muscle in his frame begged for rest, every fiber of his being demanded he give up.
But then, Zephora's smirk deepened.
"Go on," she said, stepping closer, her silver boots sinking slightly into the pink surface. "Get up. Fight me. Or don't. If you stay down, I'll make it simple—I'll devour your world. Every last soul on it, gone." Her words were playful, almost sing-song, but the threat in them was very real.
Kaelen gritted his teeth, anger igniting a spark deep within him. Slowly, shakily, he pressed one hand against the ground and pushed himself up. His legs felt like they would collapse at any moment, but he forced them to bear his weight.
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