-Op Mc? Yes! -Daughter? Yes! -Multiple worlds? Yes! -Vast Lore? Yes! -Fastpace? Yes! ... "You either Die a Villain or Live long enough to see yourself as a Hero." ~Probably Spark --------------------------------------- Spark, the lofty young master of the Dwight family, had always been a mystery. His true abilities were never known until the day he stepped onto the frontlines. In one awe-inspiring exhibition of power, Spark shocked the world and sent the coalition army of the five emperors into a chaotic retreat. Now, with the eyes of the world on him, each faction lusted to uncover the secrets behind his unparalleled strength. Still, in spite of the rampant curiosity and greed, nobody had the guts to confront him directly. And with every rumor spread of his feats, a question burned in every mind: was Spark this powerful all this time, or was he casting an illusion of strength before everybody's eyes?
A guttural cry ripped through the suffocating darkness, raw and defiant. The boy's body screamed in agony, swaying on the edge of unconsciousness, but his stubborn will refused to let him slip away.
He forced his swollen eyes open with a shaky inhale, the faintest glimmer of dim light swimming before his vision.
He coughed violently, the taste of blood and bile burning his throat.
Rolling onto his side, he groaned as sharp rocks dug into his bruised ribs. His left arm was pinned awkwardly beneath a slab of debris, numb and unresponsive.
He gritted his teeth, pain flaring as he wrenched it free. The limpness confirmed what he already suspected, it was useless for now.
The faint glow pulled at his focus.
He staggered toward it, dragging his battered body through the rubble-strewn ground.
His steps faltered, each movement sending fresh jolts of torment through him, but his gaze remained fixed on the light.