Dreamforthefuture

The sky was a blanket of red. The wind was sizzling hot as it wooshed past the streets, prickling at the skin of its inhabitants. The earth was suddenly shaken, and earth never expected it. Suddenly, the ever spires: Massive and collosal towers, with an height that pierced into the belly of the sky, materialised in every corner of the world. Huamnity saw themselves changing in ways that was deemed impossible. In the future, the multiverse was war. Gods wept struggling for survival. Beings strugled for supremacy. The weak begged for mercy.. A lone figure fought through the countless years, fighting and fighting and fighting and fighting, he fought with his loyal life lord system, every swing pushing forward their survival, every scheme pushing forward his growth, every fight pushing foraward for benefits and transcendence...but it was nothing. The figure sat, wounded and alone, eyes staring at them. There was nothing else. The life lord system in one final grasp offered one final edit. Regression. The figure with one final gamble wrote the word regression, as he said softly. "Today i face my demise. Many will say it is karma. Many will say justice has been rendered. Many will say i deserved it..." He paused, light dimming from his already dark pupils, as he continued "...Go rewrite the verse, return it back to me of the past, and offer him one word.." He smiled.."Become so strong...Become so powerful, that even the writer will bow!" and then the multiverse was rewritten