After the fight with Raiken, Kauã felt something different, something he had never experienced before. In the silence of the night, while resting under the starry sky, the voices began to whisper inside him.
They were fragments of the souls of the warriors he had defeated. Voices that echoed between the shadows of his mind, bringing memories of past battles, fears, pain and, above all, thirst for carnage.
At first the voices were indistinct, like a distant murmur. But over the hours, they became clear and numerous. Each voice carried a unique feeling: repentance, hatred, admiration, despair. These voices were not only echoes of the past - they were a choir that influenced his soul, his power, and his mind.
Kauã understood that, to control this power and maintain sanity, he would need to dominate these voices, to use his torment as a fuel for his growth.
He began a deep meditation, seeking internal silence to listen clearly. In your mind, a battle of will began. Voices shouted to dominate him, to consume him, but Kauã struggled to maintain control, balancing his spirit as a blade master controls his sword.
With each internal victory, he felt his body answer, his living lava aura pulsing stronger. These voices, despite their torment, amplified their power - transforming pain and suffering into pure force.
At that moment Kauã realized that his way would be lonely, a journey where the souls of his enemies would become his companions, his counselors, and also his executioners.
As the sun was beginning to be born, illuminating the devastated land, Kauã opened his eyes. He was no longer just a warrior - it was an entity that carried the weight of thousands of lives, with a soul forged in massacre and determination.
The morning silence was cut by the sound of quick steps. His mercenaries returned with news: a powerful army approached. A new test for Kauã, a new field where his soul and power would be forged in the fire of war.
He stood up, with the voices of the soul whispering around him, and smiled.
- "May the carnage is the way for eternity." Chapter 3 - Chapters
After the fight with Raiken, Kauã felt something different, something he had never experienced before. In the silence of the night, while resting under the starry sky, the voices began to whisper inside him.
They were fragments of the souls of the warriors he had defeated. Voices that echoed between the shadows of his mind, bringing memories of past battles, fears, pain and, above all, thirst for carnage.
At first the voices were indistinct, like a distant murmur. But over the hours, they became clear and numerous. Each voice carried a unique feeling: repentance, hatred, admiration, despair. These voices were not only echoes of the past - they were a choir that influenced his soul, his power, and his mind.
Kauã understood that, to control this power and maintain sanity, he would need to dominate these voices, to use his torment as a fuel for his growth.
He began a deep meditation, seeking internal silence to listen clearly. In your mind, a battle of will began. Voices shouted to dominate him, to consume him, but Kauã struggled to maintain control, balancing his spirit as a blade master controls his sword.
With each internal victory, he felt his body answer, his living lava aura pulsing stronger. These voices, despite their torment, amplified their power - transforming pain and suffering into pure force.
At that moment Kauã realized that his way would be lonely, a journey where the souls of his enemies would become his companions, his counselors, and also his executioners.
As the sun was beginning to be born, illuminating the devastated land, Kauã opened his eyes. He was no longer just a warrior - it was an entity that carried the weight of thousands of lives, with a soul forged in massacre and determination.
The morning silence was cut by the sound of quick steps. His mercenaries returned with news: a powerful army approached. A new test for Kauã, a new field where his soul and power would be forged in the fire of war.
He stood up, with the voices of the soul whispering around him, and smiled.
- "May the carnage is the way to eternity."