"Whatever is necessary"
As Elio's claws closed around Fathoran, a memory from a hundred years ago flooded his mind.
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A young Fathoran knelt in a seemingly limitless white room. The air vibrated with supernatural energy, and the young man trembled, overwhelmed by reverence and fear. Before him stood God, the creator of his world.
"Since you've won, you shall have the name of the founder I had prepared... Fathoran Von Orlion, congratulations," God began.
Young Fathoran bowed his head, his heart swelling with pride and anticipation. "Thank you, Creator. I've dedicated every moment to strengthening my body and mind, just as you taught us."
God nodded, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. "Good, good. But now you'll face an even greater test."
Fathoran looked up, his eyes shining with determination. "I'm ready to serve, Creator. Tell me what I must do."