Against the heavens [war with fate]

The heavens quaked and trembled, torn apart by the collision of unfathomable power. Time fractured like glass, cascading into spirals of endless possibilities, only to be crushed beneath the weight of a battle waged beyond mortal comprehension.

A man known as Kaanan stood at the pinnacle of creation itself, his hair danced even without the wind blowing, his being outlined by the luminous glow of celestial ruins. His body bore the scars of countless battles, yet he remained unyielding, his golden eyes locked onto the man before him, the architect of his suffering, the one who had controlled his fate from the very beginning. His grandfather.

"Astral dominion :Celestial Collapse!"

Kael thrust his palm forward, and the heavens screamed and groaned in protest. An entire plane of existence condensed into a singularity before imploding with a force that sent reality convulsing. His grandfather, draped in robes woven from the very essence of fate itself, did not move. Instead, he raised a single hand.

"Fate Reversal."

He said with a calm voice.

The moment froze. The implosion unraveled, space reconstructing itself in reverse as if time itself had been denied permission to progress. It was like Kanaan's attack had never happened. No! It had happened, but the universe was denied of such a fate.

A flicker of realization danced through Kanaan's mind, but he had no time to process it because his grandfather was already upon him.

With a flick of his wrist, a thousand chains of ethereal gold erupted from the void, constricting Kanaan's form like an executioner's snare. He gritted his teeth, muscles straining against the crushing force.

"You fight with fire, but you forget, child,"

His grandfather's voice resonated with the weight of existence itself.

"I wield the cosmos."

Kanaan roared, his essence igniting in defiance. The forces of existence bowed to him, a symphony of power that surged through his veins. The chains cracked, shattering like brittle ice. He surged forward, fists wreathed in the power of entropy and creation alike.

"Astral dominion : Oblivion Breaker!"

His strike connected. A shockwave expanded outward, severing threads of reality itself. His grandfather staggered, his form flickering between dimensions. Kanaan saw his opening and lunged only to find his vision swallowed by the abyss. A hand, ancient and unrelenting, had reached into his very soul.

"You have come far," the old man whispered. "But you are still bound by the rules of this existence."

Kanaan's mind reeled. A sensation gripped him, something beyond pain,beyond agony. He was devastated, he had come this far, how long has the heavens toyed with him?

How long have they used him?

He fought at the borders of death itself but still it isn't enough!

He was unwilling

But he had one last move.

A move long forgotten, a move he abandoned after countless years of growth, he thought he outgrew the skill but now he was hoping it could meet his expectations.

Summoning the last dregs of his strength, Kanaan reached forward and seized his grandfather's face. His raging eyes met the eyes that was said to have seen the birth and death of civilizations, that had woven destinies without fail.

"Fate Severance: Sovereign Claim!"

A blinding radiance erupted between them as Kanaan pulled the very essence of his grandfather's vision from him. The world howled and quaked like the heavens were protesting with what just happened but couldn't do anything about it. t

The old man let out a sigh,not of pain, but of relief.

"Then it is yours, Kanaan."

His grandfather smiled as his body dissolved into the ether, the remnants of his existence scattering into the infinite void of oblivion.

Kael stood alone at the edge of all things. The universe trembled at his feet. The heavenly pupil, the eyes that could let even a mortal toy with the lines of fate , 'the sovereign of fate pupil' , it settled into his skull, knowledge flooding his being, the secrets of fate unraveling before him.

He had done it. He had won.

But was that true??

And it isn't enough!

The heavens had played him from the beginning. They had let him reach this point because they knew.....

Kanaan's hands trembled as he raised them to the void above.

"Reset."

His voice echoed softly but firmly through timelines and realities and dimensions.

The word shattered reality.

Time unraveled, space contorted. Universes collapsed into singularity, only to be reborn.

And then....

Nothing.

For a moment, Kanaan felt himself outside of existence itself. He had become the axis upon which all things turned. He was the reset. The ultimate arbiter of fate. He reached out, rewriting the fabric of creation.

Then, it shattered.

A crack. A flaw in the absolute. Something ancient stirred in the void, something that should not have been. The illusion revealed itself too late. The reset had been an illusion, a carefully crafted prison designed to contain him.

The heavens never intended to let him go.

The last thing he saw was the faint outline of his grandfather's smile, fading into the darkness.

And then somehow he remembered the words his grandfather said before the battle .

"When it comes to fate boy, I rule it, I could have severed the fate that brought you here, but what would be the point, you have to know you're quintillions of years younger to toy with fate before me, but let our blades decide, I already know the outcome, but I'll let you experience it...sigh"

Then, silence.

Now he understood what his grandfather meant, his grandfather has seen it all.

He knew it

He was never the villian

The sigh of relief when he took the eyes became clear to him

His eyes trembled with realization, he had come so far but how could he be so foolish and naive not to know about the machinations of fate.

Kanaan gasped as the weight of infinity crushed him. He fell, not through space, not through time, but through something deeper. His memories disintegrated, his consciousness torn apart and reshaped. He felt himself slipping, becoming something or someone else.

Finally it was all quiet...

He vanished into one of the billions of fragments of reality that was spread all around the infinite cosmos.

---

Kanaan awoke to the gentle warmth of the sun on his face. The wind carried the scent of fresh earth and rain. He opened his eyes to a sky so blue it felt like a dream.

"Where am I??"

"Who am I??"

He held his head and groaned in pain as he could hear honks of cars passing down the end of the alley .

Somehow he knew where those honks were coming from.

And after he gathered himself and stood up, he somehow knew where to head to.

He look at himself and could see an I'd card on his chest with the name "Kael Veyros"

"What a stupid name"

He said to himself as he staggered forward.