Jason stood at the edge of the mighty peak, a solitary figure against the vast expanse of an eternal void. Below him, the abyss stretched endlessly, a chasm so deep that it seemed to consume not only light but the very essence of reality itself. The void whispered secrets that no one could comprehend, a haunting symphony of silence and sorrow that resonated with the depths of his soul.
The heavens above were painted in shades of twilight, the faint glow of fading stars casting a ghostly light upon his silhouette. The wind howled around him, a mournful wail that seemed to carry with it the weight of ages long forgotten.
Jason stood unmoving, a statue carved from both strength and despair. His posture was upright, proud as ever, but there was a heaviness to his stance—a quiet defeat that only someone who bore the burden of countless lifetimes could carry. His hands hung loosely at his sides, fingers trembling ever so slightly, betraying the storm raging within.
The weight of solitude pressed down upon him. Here, at the end of the universe, there were no gods, no mortals, no voices to comfort him. Only the endless abyss, an eternal reminder of everything he had lost and everything he had yet to face.
He tilted his head back, his eyes—those piercing orbs of golden brilliance—gazing into the void as if searching for something.
Someone.
The light within them flickered faintly, as though dimmed by the overwhelming weight of memories.
For a long time, Jason said nothing. He simply stared, his silence more deafening than the howling wind around him. The abyss seemed to reflect his torment, its endless depths a mirror to his innermost pain.
Then, as if the weight of his emotions had become unbearable, he drew a sharp breath. His chest rose and fell with a profound ache, and his voice broke through the stillness like a thunderclap.
"Come out!" He roared, his tone both commanding and desperate, reverberating across the endless void. It was the voice of a man who had weathered storms and conquered worlds, yet here, in this moment, it carried the raw vulnerability of someone who had lost more than he could ever regain.
His gaze hardened as he continued, his voice rising above the mournful wail of the wind. "I know you're here! Stop hiding in the shadows!"
The void swallowed his words, but Jason pressed on, his tone laced with both anger and sorrow. "What's the matter? Are you ashamed to face me? Have the centuries worn you down, stripped you of your pride? Or has time dulled your spirit so much that you cannot even meet my eyes?"
His words hung in the air, a challenge hurled into the face of the void itself. But even as he shouted, there was an undeniable crack in his voice—a hint of something deeper, more personal.
Solevia, standing a few steps behind him, felt her heart clench at the sight. She had never seen Jason like this—so raw, so unguarded. This was not the composed and indomitable man she had come to know.
Who is he calling to? She wondered, her thoughts racing.
The silence returned, heavier and more oppressive than before. For a moment, it seemed as though the void would offer no answer, that Jason's plea would be swallowed by the darkness.
But then, the air shifted.
The abyss stirred, its surface rippling like a disturbed pond. A low, resonant hum began to emanate from the depths, growing louder with each passing second. The wind stilled, as if holding its breath in anticipation. Solevia's eyes widened as she watched the space before them twist and distort, the fabric of reality itself fracturing under an unseen force.
And then, with a sound like shattering glass, the void opened, and a figure emerged.
He was tall, his broad shoulders and commanding presence exuding an otherworldly aura. His movements were unhurried yet deliberate, each step radiating divinity and power. Though his aura was restrained, it was undeniable—a force that could outshine even the mightiest of gods.
His eyes were what caught Solevia's attention first. His right eye was a mesmerizing gold, adorned with sixteen radiant rings that spun with a hypnotic rhythm, glowing like the True Eye of the Supreme. His left eye, in stark contrast, was pure white, holding an unfathomable depth, a void of endless possibilities that seemed to contain the very mysteries of reality itself.
He wore an ancient, worn-out outfit, its once-glorious threads now faded with the passage of time. Yet even in its decay, it radiated an aura of history, of battles fought and victories hard-earned. But what truly stood out was the simple cloth tied around his arm—a sparkling, divine fragment of fabric that seemed to glow faintly with a warmth that contrasted his aloof demeanor.
It was unmistakably a piece of a woman's garment, carrying with it an air of nostalgia and longing. Perhaps it belonged to someone he loved, someone he still carried in his heart.
Jason and the man locked eyes, their gazes like clashing storms. The air around them grew thick with tension, their power creating a silent pressure that even Solevia, standing at a distance, could feel.
Jason's eyes flared with golden brilliance, his own Eyes of the Supreme lighting up with eleven golden rings. But compared to the sixteen rings of the younger figure, there was a clear disparity.
For what felt like an eternity, they said nothing, simply staring at one another, as if engaged in a silent conversation that only they could understand.
Solevia couldn't tear her eyes away. Her heart raced, a mix of curiosity and unease swirling within her. Who is this man? she wondered. What is his connection to Jason? The more she watched, the more intrigued she became, her thoughts echoing relentlessly in her mind.
That cloth… who was it from? Is he stronger than Jason? And why does Jason look so… sad?
Finally, the man broke the silence.
He stepped forward and lowered himself onto one knee, bowing his head in a gesture of deep respect. His voice, when he spoke, was rich and resonant, carrying both strength and reverence.
"This unfilial child greets the father!"
Solevia's jaw dropped. She stared at the scene before her, utterly speechless. The weight of his words crashed over her, leaving her reeling.
Jason's expression softened slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Yet even that smile seemed to carry a hidden sadness, a secret buried deep within.
"Rise," Jason said quietly, his tone calm yet laced with something unspoken.
As the young man lifted his head, the full extent of his features was revealed. He was devastatingly handsome, his chiseled face exuding both divinity and an unearthly charm. His very presence seemed to demand attention, a living embodiment of power and grace.
Solevia's mind raced, struggling to process what she had just witnessed. Jason has a son? And this… this divine being is him?
Jason turned slightly, casting a glance at Solevia. His eyes held a glimmer of knowing, as if he had anticipated her reaction. He said nothing, offering no explanation, only that faint, enigmatic smile that left her both frustrated and desperate for answers.
As the wind howled around them, the abyss seemed to deepen, its darkness swallowing the horizon.
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