Prologue

I woke up, sensing a profound shift within me. A pulsating energy surged through my veins, awakening every fiber of my being.

This vessel, once familiar, now felt like an uncharted territory—foreign, yet undeniably powerful. There was an unspoken promise lingering in the air, urging me to discover what lay beyond the surface.

As I contemplated this newfound strength, an insatiable desire to contribute to the world ignited within. A burning obsession to forge my will into a formidable force, leaving an indelible mark on the tapestry of existence.

With each heartbeat, I could sense untapped potential resonating in the depths of my soul. The very essence of strength beckoning me to surpass my perceived limits.

Questions swirled in my mind like a tempest—could my will be honed into a weapon? A shield against those seeking to impose their dominion over me?

In the recesses of my consciousness, I felt the possibility of hardening, sharpening, and strengthening my will. A metamorphosis awaited, waiting for me to unlock the latent power coursing through my veins.

The notion of transforming my will into an unyielding substance lingered, akin to the idea of turning it into iron. A tangible force, waiting to be sculpted and refined by the hands of my determination.

With each passing moment, the allure of mastering this strange power intensified. The prospect of wielding my will as a weapon against adversity, a guardian against enslavement, beckoned me to embark on a journey of self-discovery.

And so, the awakening continued, as I grappled with the enigma of my own potential—questioning, exploring, and sculpting my will into a force to be reckoned with.