The Chosen One

Atlas plummeted through the sky, the wind howling in his ears as the clouds whipped past him. Below, the snowy mountains rose like a hostile army, their jagged peaks cutting through the sky.

He twisted in midair, trying to slow his fall, but the peaks rushed toward him at breakneck speed. Icy ridges and cliffs jutted out, waiting to tear him apart. Atlas braced himself as he crashed into the stone, the impact sending shockwaves through his body.

Thanks to the impact, Atlas was hurled off course; he kept slamming into the rock, desperately plunging his blade into any surface he could find, only for it to glance off uselessly, 'Oh fuck! I swear, Luxia, I will burn this world if you keep putting me through this shit,' he internally raged.

Plunging downward, he tumbled into the snowy abyss below, battered by the unforgiving terrain. Each brutal impact against the rocks dented his armor, sending pain shooting through his entire body.