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Fate Severance: The Exiled Nemesis

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Kaal wasn’t granted a second chance. He stole it—bleeding, broken, and laughing in defiance. Dragged from the ashes of a life he couldn’t save, he awakens in a world where mercy is a myth and weakness is a death sentence. And still, he feels her arms around him—frail, trembling, yet filled with warmth—clinging to life for him, even as hers slipped away. The ground here is slick with the blood of the broken. The skies don’t mourn—they watch in silence. And kindness? That’s just a slower way to die. He doesn’t wear a hero’s mask. He doesn’t whisper lies of salvation. He moves because stillness invites erasure. He fights because silence echoes too much like that hospital room. He survives because it’s the one thing the god didn’t expect him to do. What twisted him into this? The way her heartbeat faded beneath his fingertips? The helplessness of a boy holding the only person who never gave up on him? Or the laughter of a petty god who leaned in and whispered: “No. She stays dead. Watching you break is far more entertaining.” Every scar he bears is a question the world refused to answer. Every step forward is a nail driven into the coffin of destiny. They tried to silence him. But he’s not here to speak. He’s here to make the gods listen. And when he stands over the one who made grief a game, he won’t ask if it was fun. He’ll say— “Now scream like we did.”
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