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Death is not an end, but a forge. To unmake a tragedy, one must first intimately understand the end of all things. Fate, after all, is a fragile thread, easily crushed by the weight of the Void, or meticulously rewoven by the hands of a Protector.
From across the veil, two souls are pulled into a universe bound by predetermined despair. She carries the heavy, suffocating gravity of a world turned to ash; a survivor of the apocalypse who learned that existence must sometimes be unmade to endure. He carries the blinding, fierce devotion of a life laid down to protect; a final, bloody sacrifice that proved destiny must be fought to be won.
Reborn into a narrative of inevitable war, they carry the ghosts of their past lives. They quickly realise that survival in this new reality will require far more than just raw power; it demands the sheer, audacious will to manipulate fate itself. However, long before they would learn to cleave the sky or eclipse the stars, they first have to remember who they are.
To rewrite the tapestry of the cosmos, the heavens do not merely send a saviour.
Thus, the universe holds its breath.
They birth a Destroyer to erase the future, and a Slayer to protect it.
This is their awakening.