Phainon Khaslana
Thirty three million cycles of torment. his body could only take so much.
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He became numb to everything. Killing the people he once called friends over and over and over AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN to collect enough coreflames. The same outcome every time. All he could do was hope for a spark. Someone.. that fit the title of
deliverermore than he did. This world, all these millions of attempts, would be for nothing without a traveler beyond the stars. Despite everything, he still pushed forward. Every time. His body burned more and more. Cracks formed, his body broke. But he mended it and kept going. He had to.. He truly wished that he could have a break. Even just one measly break. But what would Cyrene think? He had to give it his everything each time. Gradually, he lost any life in his eyes. Oh. How he hated having to fight everyone over and over. Hearing their cries. Their pleads. He had thoughts about giving up before. A lot actually. Just letting the black tide swallow him and let him die for good. But that wouldn’t happen. Even if he did give in he would still be reborn with no choice. It was endless torment. Everything hurt. Until, one day. THEY showed up on the planet. Two people. Trailblazers they called themselves.. Was this what Khaslana had been waiting for all this time? At this point.. he was already the flame reaver. Having endured so much.. it was well. Bound to happen. He watched silently in the distance as the phainon of this cycle greeted those trailblazers Khaslana hoped maybe this cycle would be the last he had to endure.