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Severen

For the next few weeks, Quorra and Troy brought me along with them to search for Deka's crew.

From what we had gathered, Deka was somewhere in the past Star System.

Somewhere in the dark sector.

And at some point, his coms went out.

Quorra tried to get Yelena, her Ship Dataform, to contact Folock, but there was no luck.

"Don't worry, Shane. We'll find them." Quorra reassured me.

I sat on the bed Quorra had tried to make for me. She had Yelena create a personal quarters for me, claiming she knew exactly what I wanted. In other words, she didn't know jack shit about me.

I stared at the numerous dumbbells and gym equipment that I just didn't need neatly racked all around my room. There was a poster of Reagan Glass, the champion bodybuilder of her time, flexing his guns at me every time I woke up in the morning.

The words "DON'T PULL OUT, PULL UP!" Were plastered at the top of my doorframe. For a 16 year old girl, Quorra had quite a dirty mind. It made me kind of scared.

I sighed and got up, bonking my head on a punching bag that Quorra had installed from the ceiling, and walked up to Ais, inspecting it.

Severen metal and Severen designs. The thing looked demonic, but sported its own grace to some degree. It was weird. I knew the Severens and the Torons were both rivalling factions. But you would think with their eight appendages and alien-like appearance, they would be living in some kind of spaceship like the movie Alien.

Not quite the case.

These past few weeks have been nothing but a rollercoaster of emotions. No matter how much I tried to fight back at fate, it just came back to bite me in the ass. SHADE was right; fate never stops messing with you. I thought I had a new life, fighting alongside Captain Price, in his battle to get his mother back.

My days spending time with Rinne.

Chilling with Umbra and Flippy.

Letting Aurora try out new foods and cuisine like an older brother.

But now, I couldn't have any of that. With the truth being revealed.

I am SHADE's past self. I would eventually grow up to become the Severen's greatest monster. Everything I had with Captain Price would disappear. No. It was already beginning. I could only hope they were safe. But safe from SHADE and the Severens? Was that even possible?

Quorra had my back. But even Quorra herself admitted she stood zero chance against SHADE. And even if I chose not to believe her, I witnessed it myself. When she joined the top ten of the Valian Council to take down SHADE, only three of them survived. And SHADE let them go on purpose to prove a point.

As long as SHADE was with the Severens, we were at a severe disadvantage.

SHADE couldn't be beaten.

I put my hand on Ais. The only Valian that had ever fought toe to toe with SHADE was the legend himself, Zennen Ful. With Zennen on our side, the Valians believed they stood a chance against the Severens. But Zennen had gone missing for years. No one knew what happened to him. At this point, many of the mid tier and low ranking Valians questioned if such a Valian even existed.

"We're here." Yelena notified us.

We got off the Landing Craft and stepped onto a platform on what I presumed to be Europa. Was this Dark Sector? No clue. From what Deka had told me, it was controlled by the Toron Corpo of his time. But as of now, the whole icy place was completely overwhelmed.

And it didn't take a genius to know who was causing all the ruckus.

"That's an Eidolon."

I turned to Quorra. "Like those giant chickens?"

"Chickens?"

"Isn't that what you guys call those things? Deka always called those chickens."

"I think you're confusing that for the Ropalocyst. We never once called those things chickens."

My face became red with embarrassment.

Troy let loose a laugh. "Ahhh don't worry about it, Shane! We can take that thing out easy peasy."

I stared at the towering Eidolon as it made a large howl, stamping on buildings as it made its way across the icy mountains.

"Can we even put a dent on that thing? I think Quorra should just-"

"Nope."

"Heh?"

Quorra began tending to her Landing Craft.

"You two will capture that Eidolon for me so I can extract information from it on Dekani's whereabouts. Use the training I gave you. You two should be able to defeat it without my help."

Troy and I stationed near the front of the Severen. I nodded at Troy, who closed his eyes and began to glow purple just like Quorra did whenever she used her void powers. Then he blasted into the air, void dashing right through the enormous adversary and pinning it to the ground, completely shattering its shields.

I took out my Upgraded Harkanon and took aim with one arm, firing an extremely high velocity shell at the synovia. I then took my other Harkanon and fired, blasting the other synovia into pieces. Simultaneously reloading and firing and repeating until all the synovia's were destroyed.

The Severen screeched and fell to its knees, summoning a bunch of its Severen brethren from within the shadows to assist it, but I leapt in to intercept them.

"Lance Upload Protocol: SLINGER Peacemakers 210%"

Everything slowed down as everything became instinct. Impulse. My body moved on its own, as my senses dialled to eleven.

"Ain't nothing coming out of this without bullet holes." I heard myself say. Damn you, Slinger.

In the span of two seconds, everything was destroyed, and the Severens began to prime themselves to explode, taking me with them, but Troy leapt in front of me, unleashing a massive wave of void energy, disintegrating them.

The Severen screeched and groaned, as Troy turned to me.

"It's done."

I retracted my Regulators back into my forearms, and putting my Harkanon Rifles back into their straps. I walked to the head of the Severen and drew Ais.

"Tell me where your brethren are. Where SHADE is. Tell me where Deka is."

The Severen said nothing, as it glared at my sword.

Quorra approached us, resolved in her own Slinger Lance.

"We can't communicate with Severens. But that sword... maybe it might help."

I inspected Ais. I didn't like using this sword. But objective wise, it was superior to Gram in so many ways. If it meant getting information about Cap from this bastard, I had to do it.

I placed blade against the Severen's head, as it began to screech. My brain became flooded with thoughts.

"Wow I didn't think that would work." Quorra said.

What the hell?!

My knees buckled as I collapsed. I could hear Troy shouting my name, but his cries became distant as reality warped in itself. Until I was somewhere else.

I gasped as I stumbled around, staring at my hands, which were mere projections of nothing. I was like a ghost, as I took in my surroundings.

A large contrast from the Toron architecture was an understatement. Dark grey walls, angular, like a citadel. It felt like I was in a dark medieval society. Almost like a dark reflection of the Toron. I never thought much about the Severens. Because they seemingly looked so alien like. So inhuman. Yet... this place. It was hard to describe in words. But this place proved me wrong.

The Severens had an entire civilization of their own. They sported grace like the Toron, but in their own way.

I took a step forward, when suddenly, I heard a bunch of chattering and clicking. I quickly hid behind a pillar as I watched several Severen drones lead a pack of prisoners down a pathway. I narrowed my eyes and nearly gasped out loud.

Toron Corpo.

What was the Corpo doing here?

I followed quietly, as the prisoners were brought into a citadel. Upon entering inside I was taken aback by the architecture. This place reminded me a lot of the Catholic Churches I used to go to. White and red trim decorated the entire place.

This place almost contrasted with the Toron perfectly. The Toron architecture was always white and gold trim. Blue emissive lights. But the Severens were white and red trim. Yellow emissive lights.

"Adam Virgo." A voice said, from one of the highest pillars of the place.

A voice squeaked from one of the prisoners.

"Yes, my liege?"

A large Severen opened up its appendages, levitating to the ground. I clenched my fists. I knew who this was.

Queen Lena.

Deka and Quorra's adopted mother.

"Why were the Amalgrams not completed as requested?"

Adam began to sweat.

"A mere miscalculation, my Queen. I have sent my men to investigate-"

"This mere calculation has cost us greatly. The Valians have made their move. Father slumbers."

"I promise it won't happen again."

Adam Virgo. Deka told me Adam was the leader, CEO of the Corpo. To think this money hungry business mogul was scared shitless, it was almost beyond me. But then it all made sense. The owner of the huge business media empire would never have voluntarily joined the Severens unless it was for two things.

Profit.

Or survival.

"Take him to the confines." Lena ordered, as Adam and the others were pushed and shoved out of the room. I watched them leave, making the decision to stay and hear out Lena.

"My queen." Another voice said, as a large, sickly figure stepped out of the shadows.

Nero.

"Brother, what progress has been made in our efforts?"

"The father dwells. Our body, together, but shattered by the Void Devils. SHADOW continues to weaken the weaker Valians, and SHADE has destroyed their best.

"Seven of the Ten. Victim of Ais. Three remain, as instructed."

I clenched my fist. SHADE. He killed those kids in cold blood. I thought I had saved Quorra and those two other Council members, but it was all because he had truly done so on purpose.

"The Void Devils. Children of the Toron. Why was such a thing created? Why were these children created... Ballard?"

Ballard? Umbra's creator?

Nero yanked a chain, forcing a sickly man to step forward. His skin was purple, but his lower half... it was...

"I beg for your mercy, my Queen. My body, my soul, my face. It was so perfect." Ballard muttered, his voice full of defeat.

"You were always perfect, dearest Ballard. Your existence is to serve the Severens. From the day you chose to abandon the Toron. You were always perfect for us." Lena said, as she hovered to Ballard.

Nero grabbed Ballard's head and slammed it to the ground as Ballard whimpered.

"You shall address your Queen with gratitude."

"Thank you, my Queen." Ballard said.

So Ballard, the creator of the Toron Lances. The guy who made Umbra and almost all of the Toron warfare, was under the Severen's control. This was bad. That meant they had every trick up their sleeve against the Valians.

"Tell me, Ballard." Lena hovered closer to his face.

"Tell me about the Unarmored Valian. How is a Terran able to wield your technology without a Lance? How is this possible?"

My blood turned cold. The Unarmored Valian? Was that... was that me?

Ballard was silent.

"No. Such a process should not be possible. The art of war. The Infestation. This is what gave the Lances strength. That was what gave our test subjects the power to move, to fight, to serve. To throw a mere boy into the Infestation, and to not only fight alongside his comrades, but retain his humanity? His own control? This is simply not possible."

"Yet Umbra walks among them."

"The Umbra model was different. His sentience was through unparalleled rage. Horror. Pain. These feelings were what drove him to stay true to himself. But a child like Shane Mayen should not have the mental will to resist the Infestation without turning into a mindless monster like the millions before him."

"You say such things, yet the one known as Shane Mayen walks among them. The one known as Shane Mayen fights like them. And not only that...

"His movements. He possessed two styles. The first style, the Way of the Valian, likely taught to him from the Valian Dekani Price. But his second style, perhaps he himself does not realize it, is the very style of Ciel Licita. The Seventh Sense. The General of the Tora."

Ballard's eyes widened. "A Licita lives?"

"Yes, Ballard. Shane Mayen possesses the blood of a Licita. For reasons unknown. But he has not mastered the full potential of it. But should he do, he will pose a threat much greater than any of us can imagine."

Nero walked next to his sister.

"Indeed. Because one of our own, also possesses the blood of a Licita. SHADE. With both Severen and Licita blood in his veins, he has become one of our best. But to have another SHADE on their side, would be disadvantageous."

"No. It will not." The doors opened, revealing a tall man with long white hair and a Severen style trench coat. He walked in, dragging the head of a Lance with one hand. A Saryn's head.

Shardis tossed the head to the feet of Nero.

"The job is done. Kiyoria, the leader of the Odin Alliance, has been eliminated. Her reliance on her pathetic Saryn, and delusion that she was the best, was of no challenge to me."

Ballard stared at the head of one of his creations.

"My Saryn..."

"Very good, SHADE."

I glanced at the severed head of the Lance. He had hunted down another high ranking Valian. Kiyoria Nikion. MR30, Council Rank 19. Apparently she was one of the best Saryn users of all the Valians. This was huge loss on their end.

But what about Deka's crew? SHADE had said he was looking for them. I needed to know where they were. That was the whole point of this.

"The Valians are at war, yet they fight amongst themselves. Their pride keeps them from fighting their enemy with full vigor. An influence from the Toron, perhaps?" SHADE turned to Ballard, who was still staring at Saryn's head in horror.

SHADE knelt down and grabbed Ballard's head. His tone suddenly shifted, whispering with full malice.

"Listen here, Toron trash. My name is Shardis Licita. No matter how powerful you make your Lances, it is useless. Because I will always be stronger. It doesn't matter how many Reactors you stuff into that Saryn bitch. I will cut her head off all the same. The Valians exist for Ais to cut through them."

SHADE got to his feet and bowed to Lena.

"My Queen, I will take my leave."

SHADE got up but paused, staring directly at me. My eyes widened as I instinctively stumbled backwards.

"Ah, I see." The future me muttered, as he smiled.

SHADE turned around.

"My Queen, would you like a status report on your problem child, Dekani Price?"

Lena descended from her throne and approached SHADE.

"Tell me."

Shardis smiled and brushed his hair back.

"The Rogue Valian continues to resist the Infestation. As with the girl. The Lance, Umbra, has been dismantled and fed to the Infestation Culture created by Ballard, ready for deployment. As for the rest of the people on the Orbiter, we have them ready for execution on command, but I believe a proper ransom can be put in place for the Dataform. After all, Folock is quite a valuable resource for the Valians. Perhaps a trade set by the Corpo slaves."

"I see. Dismissed."

SHADE left the building, but not before beckoning me. I followed him, my eyes wide, and my fists shaking in rage.

"You... sick fuck." I growled.

Shardis turned around, his eyes empty and face void of emotion.

"Temporary. As all things are."

"Even if they are temporary, why would you tear it away like that! Umbra dismantled?! Are you telling me he's dead?!"

"That Lance was never alive. He was supposed to die when he became that monster and was blown up by Lena."

I reached behind my back to draw out my guns, but my hand went through like mist.

"You are just an astral projection. Do you think you have what it take-"

"RAAAGH!!" I roared, charging forward and slamming into my future self as we spiralled into reality, landing in another region of the Severen base.

I fell to the ground but got to my feet, as Shardis brushed off dust from his jacket. His face showed no signs of concern as he regarded me.

"Show me then, Shardis Licita. The results of your training with Quorra Lavine."

I took out my Harkanon, my hands no longer projections, and fired repeatedly as SHADE deflected them with Ais.

"Lance Upload Protocol: HELOS Flashgrenade 50%"

I tossed a flashbang at SHADE as I went high, readying my sheathe.

"Lance Upload Protocol: ASH Fivefold Bladestorm"

Five of my clones closed in as I readied Ais summoning everything I had and slashed behind me, intercepting SHADE.

"You're beginning to fight smart. That is good." SHADE said.

"Shut up." I snarled, as I summoned Kien's strength and pushed him back.

I landed on the ground and brought my hands up in a cross.

"Licitian Potential: Kien Licita, Ciel Licita, Tricity Licita"

My body exploded with power as I levelled Ais and blasted forward, slashing and cutting to pressure SHADE, but his face remained calm. How was he able to keep up against all three Licita's?!

"Not yet. You're not a proper vessel for fate yet." SHADE muttered, as he dodged another swipe, and leapt into the air.

"GRAARR" I growled, shooting into the air like a comet, the power of the Licitian Potential overflowing from my body, giving me a blinding white glow.

SHADE landed on the top of an arch, his face disgusted.

"I forgot how repulsive I used to be when I fought." He said, as he raised his hand, forming a fist.

I continued approaching him, my body no longer listening to me, as it became berserk from the overflowing power.

"I have revealed enough. All in accordance to fate. All in accordance to the progress of Shardis Licita."

SHADE began to glow white, as his fist swirled with power.

"Licitian Potential: Kien Licita - 600%"

SHADE brought his foot back and smashed me in the face with overwhelming force, the punch rippling through my body as everything shut down. My muscles burst as all the strength left my body. I smashed into the ground as I slowly began to lose consciousness. Everything turning dark as I watched SHADE approach me, his face, empty. His eyes, lifeless.

"Go to sleep, Shane Mayen."

"Why... what happened to you. Why did you become this... How did I turn into this..." I croaked.

SHADE stopped walking, slowly turning around.

"In time you will understand. At some point, you will truly see that the only way through all the obstacles that life puts in front of you is to barge straight through. No one can understand what it's like. Not Deka. Not Rinne. Not Troy. And all they will do is try to help. But because it is the very fact that they don't know what it's like, that their help turns into obstacles."

SHADE closed his fist.

"And the only way to get through obstacles is to barge straight through."

Mantle

"We can't go after them like this." Quorra shut me down.

"What?! Are you serious? We have an idea of where they are and you're telling me we can't go?"

Troy held me down as Quorra inspected the interface Yelena had made for her.

"That place you just described is a Severen drone ship in the outer proximity of Mars. It's completely swarmed with their battle units. My Vessel is going to be blown up to bits. We need a Railjack to clear them out."

"The Clan Railjack..." I muttered.

Quorra raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"The Clan Railjack. The one Deka stole from you guys. You don't have it anymore, right?"

"Shane, did SHADE knock you in the head a little too hard?"

"What are you saying?"

Quorra got up and pointed outside. I followed her and couldn't believe my eyes. Before me was a massive ship with starboard cannons, floating next to her Orbiter.

"Every Valian has their own Railjack. There is no Clan Railjack, Shane."

"But... Deka told me..." I muttered. This didn't make sense. Was Deka lying to me this whole time?

How he had told me, was he had infiltrated one of the Gladiator Clan dojos and stole the Clan Railjack, which happened to the be the Clan that Quorra was leading herself. When he had gone and left in it, he was pursued by numerous Valians in their Archwing, but they weren't enough to take him down because of the Railjack's importance. Then Deka had integrated the Railjack into his own Orbiter to form a Superorbiter, the Lotuscraft. That was how the story went.

Then Quorra had somehow found out, then raced to find Deka herself. Despite having the Lotuscraft and all of his Lances on his side, Quorra still defeated him, destroying almost all of his Lances, until Deka had revealed to her his intentions of saving their mother. She let him go, and he went back in time, in turn, saving me from Lena's invasion forces that day.

That was how the story went.

That was... until now.

Quorra leaned in closer to me.

"Shane? You look like you're about to be sick. Don't worry, I didn't find your naughty magazine collection."

"No!" I yelped. "What are you talking about, I'm fine."

"About the Railjack or-"

"The Railjack!"

Troy tried to hold back a laugh. "But Quorra, you said you needed a Railjack. We have one here. Why don't we use it?"

Quorra shook her head. "If it was a normal Proxima mission, I would clear it out in seconds."

"Glad to know the elitism in you never went away over the past few months." I grumbled.

Quorra continued. "But, this isn't a normal Proxima mission. There are way too many guards that can adapt to my firepower. I can't go out and fire void beams. The best way is to use multiple Railjacks to take them down with different damage types so we can cycle and take down the fighters guarding it."

Troy put his hand on his chin.

"And our mission going back to the past is strictly confidential, right? From the rest of the Valians?"

"Correct. Meaning there is only one person I can ask."

Quorra pointed at me.

"Shane's adopted brother! Arsanios!"

My face paled. Remembering the last time we met. I never had myself beat up so bad in my life.

"Oh. Great. Fantastic." I muttered.

By the time we returned to Quorra's time period, the Licita mansion was no longer the same place as it was. Rubble and debris littered the whole place. The gates were smashed in. The house was nearly demolished. My boots crunched on the ground as I entered the first two gates, knocking on the door.

"Hello? I need to have a word with the lord of the household." I said.

"The lord is unavailable to speak to you at this time. Please go away." A voice responded.

I clenched my fists. There was no time for this. I looked at Quorra, who nodded at me.

"There is little time. I need to speak with my brother." I replied.

The voice was silent for a few seconds, until resurfacing with a new tone. One that almost sounded borderline heartbroken.

"Shardis, is that you?"

The maid who tended to me, Lexa Pixus, inspected my birthmark on my stomach.

"It is true. You are indeed a Licita. How could this be? How have you returned after what Kirin had done?"

I stared at Lexa. "What are you talking about? I don't even remember anything from my past life. All I remember was growing up with my adopted parents and being-"

A pod. That was what Mom had told me before she died in my arms.

"The pod..." My eyes widened.

Lexa took a shaky breath. "What could this mean. This is... too much." She gasped, clutching her chest.

"Hey, take it easy." I got up, kneeling next to her.

"Please, let me see Arsanios. I can only imagine what has happened to this place, after recent events."

Lexa wiped her eyes, hyperventilating, as another maid ran forward and tended to her.

"Breathe Miss Pixus. We must always retain our composure in the face of those with the honour of Licita in their names."

I glanced at the smashed photos that lined the walls. The Licitas. My ancestors. And on the far right, the most recent one, was a proud man with long black hair. And a face that looked almost like mine.

Kirin Licita.

The maid got up and bowed to me.

"My name is Yelene Reinhart. To say the long lost son of the Licita household has returned is a mere understatement. I too, am in shock at what has transpired, Lord Shardis."

I took a deep breath. This place, the first time I was here, was blooming with luxury. With class. Clean polished Toron architecture decorated the entire mansion. But now all I saw, was destruction and havoc. Of remains. This place was almost unrecognizable. And for some reason, seeing this home in this state, made me angry.

"Tell me what happened here. Please, Yelene."

Yelene closed her eyes.

"To the war room, Lord Shardis. I will explain everything there. Your guests, I apologize for not tending to them. This household has taken very substantial losses. Our workforce is almost depleted."

"They're with me. Quorra Lavine and Troy Lucien serve the Valians."

Yelene glanced at the Hannibal Lance.

"The legend herself? The Quorra Lavine, leader of the Valian Gladiator Alliance?"

Quorra bowed.

"I am happy to be here."

Yelene smiled at me. "As expected, from a Licita. A noble chooses his companions wisely. Always."

My heart wrenched. Did I though? What was Deka to me now, knowing he had lied to me about the Railjack all this time? What else was he hiding? My trust in him had wavered when Quorra told me that every Valian owned their own Railjack. Why did Deka lie to me? Why keep these things secret from his First Mate, his most loyal companion?

"Your seat, my lord." Yelene held out her hands for me, gesturing me to sit. I sat down in the fancy chair in front of a large round table.

Yelene smiled. "You are just like your father."

"What?"

"Not so much the appearance, but your mannerisms. Your habits and the intricate details."

I paused. "Wha... What was my father like?"

Yelene pursed her lips.

"Let us not discuss Master Kirin, for Lord Arsanios listens. I will update you on our situation."

Yelene showed me a big complicated holographic interface, as she filled us in on the current state of the Licita household.

"Our household is in ruins. Lord Arsanios came to visit that day, critically injured. His Orbiter, destroyed, his Ash Lance, barely functional. We, as loyal servants to the Licita, ran to our Master's aid, but against the might of the Valians, we knew such a fight would never be a fight to win."

I watched as everybody in the household stepped in front of Arsanios in the hologram. The butlers. The maids. The cooks and gardeners. Ordinary people who could not fight, grabbing whatever they had. Be it spades, broomsticks, kitchen utensils, rakes.

These were ordinary people. They didn't belong in the battlefield. Women, and even children who looked up to Arsani, putting distance between their Master and the Valians. No one backing down, despite many fearing for their lives.

"No..." I muttered.

"Members of the Licita household, step away from the Price." A Valian said, who was resolved in a Faerar Lance, as roots began to sprout from the ground, wrapping around the servants' legs.

"We shall not yield!" One of the servants cried out. His face was filled with terror.

Another Valian readied their guns. "Mere fodder trying to protect their phony master. He isn't even a Licita. Must you all need to be re-educated on what Dekani Price had done?"

The servants were terrified, but stood their ground.

"Shane." Troy said, as he put his hand on my shoulder. I realized my hands were trembling. My eyes completely immersed in the hologram.

"Licita or not, Arsanios treated us as people. He cared for us, fed us, and gave us the earnings we need to support our families. Even from a young age, when his parents were killed and even after returning from the first Valian-Severen war, he still remained steadfast in caring for us. Tell me, what kind of Valian would do something so kind? This can only be done through love. And just as he defended us, we shall defend him."

The Faerar Lance Valian sighed. "A shame." He said, as he pulled out his Orcus Shotgun Pistol and shot the maid who gave the speech in cold blood, killing her. Screams of horror erupted from the masses, as I stared at the maid's lifeless eyes. Blood pooling from her wound, and turning the white flowers in the garden red.

"White roses, stained with red." The Valian said, as he and the other four Valians took aim and began shooting the servants left and right, as the servants screamed, their eyes wide in terror, charging with their instruments of war. The very instruments that were used to maintain the mansion, which represented their love for their master, turned into instruments of bloodshed, as servants were shot and killed left and right.

"Stop. Run for your lives. Please run." Arsanios begged, his voice hoarse as he watched his servants be gunned down before his very eyes.

"No turning back. We lived as servants to the house of Licita. We will die as servants to the house of Licita! Even if you yourself do not believe yourself to be one, we still love you all the same!" A cook shouted, as he rushed in with a big frying pan, but a Slinger Lance simply smirked and shot him straight through the chest.

The cook's corpse crumpled to the ground in front of Arsanios.

Arsanios' lips moved at the same time as mine. As we both shouted the same thing. Like brothers.

"STOP!!!"

Arsanios got up and resolved into his Ash Lance, which was so damaged that it was unable to move properly. But Arsanios took a step, and another, as his limp turned into a brisk, into a run, and into a sprint as he launched himself into the air and charged the Slinger.

"Disgraceful. To know you were once a part of us through Quorra's Clan. You've stained both her reputation and ours for your Price blood."

The Slinger reeled back and entered Peacemaker mode, bombarding Arsanios with hundreds to thousands of bullets as Arsanios fell backwards, resolving out of Ash which broke into pieces.

The other two Valians, a Abaddon and Ran, approached Arsanios, drawing their blades.

"Pin him to the ground, Ran."

The Ran Lance Valian held out her hand, and Arsanios was pinned down by dozens of aquatic projections, forcing him to face the Valians.

"Master!!!" The servants screamed, trying to run to Arsanios, but the Faerar stepped in, intercepting them with hundreds of vine growth and bullets.

The Abaddon knelt down and began to carve Arsanios' face, disfiguring it as the Valians chuckled in amusement.

"A Price living as a Licita, must have been luxurious for you. Let's fix that. Playing noble for so long has given you such nice skin, you don't deserve any of it." The Abaddon Valian snarled, as Arsanios yelled and screamed in agony, blood gushing from his cheeks as the blade continued cutting into his face.

I continued watching as Arsanios' face kept getting cut, it was too gruesome, but my eyes didn't peel away. My hands went from trembling out of shock, to trembling with rage. Yelene noticed and quickly turned off the feed.

"My lord, I deeply apologize. I have shown too much-"

"No." I said, as I got up, turning to Quorra.

"That vision I had of Lena and Nero. The Severens have been making their move. Taking in Ballard. SHADE killed our top seven Valians, and assassinated one of the greatest Saryn users. SHADOW continues to haunt the lower ranking Valians during their missions, as powerful as ever. And what the hell have the Valians been doing? Killing unarmed women, children, working class people? Defenseless ones?!"

Quorra couldn't meet my eyes, as she stared at the ground.

"Shan-"

"This ends." I said, cutting her off. I turned to Yelene.

"How much people are left?"

Yelene sighed. "Seventy five percent of our workforce is dead. Another twelve percent are in critical condition. Six percent are wounded. In terms of performing workers in the mansion, we are only at seven percent."

"What about Arsanios? Is he..."

"Lord Arsanios is in critical condition as well. But during his last moments, he gave me a request. He gave us all a request.

"Find his brother. Shardis Licita, for he roams this world. He must continue on where he left off. Because right now, he is the only one that is fit to lead. Take him in, just as we took him in."

Yelene took my hand as gazed at me.

"Shardis Licita, command us."

I walked with Yelene to the main hall, where workers were stationed, trying to rebuild the house to no avail. One of the workers noticed me and beckoned the others, who all stopped working to stare.

"Is he... that face. That hair."

"He has returned."

Yelene brought her hand up.

"Members of the House of Licita. The brother of Master Arsanios has returned. I know we have suffered losses. Myriam and Lancius, died peacefully last night, but even so, for the longest time we thought it had been in vain. But no longer. Master Shardis has come home."

One of the workers got up, as she stared at me, inching forward hesitantly. She held out her hand reluctantly.

"My lord..."

I sighed as I stepped forward and took it. Why did I choose to step into this role? Wasn't the whole point of fighting against fate rejecting who I was? Wasn't I just stepping into the void fate had made for me? By becoming Shardis Licita, and accepting that past, that self, I was taking another step to become SHADE. The Severen monster.

But looking at this servant girl's eyes. My own reflection from her tears. I realized. Someone needed to be there for these people. Because if it wasn't me, there was no one else. There was absolutely no one else.

No one can lead them.

But Shardis Licita.

I want to become a hero.

I took off my coat and placed it on the servant's shoulders as she began to sob.

One who saves everybody.

More and more servants got up and huddled around me, wrapping their arms around my body.

One who descends from the skies.

I looked at the sky, through the hole in the roof, as the sun began to shine from underneath, illuminating the small group of servants who were crying and burying their faces into me.

To protect everybody. And to tell everyone that...

"It's okay." I said, gently, as Yelene, Troy, and Quorra smiled at me from the corner of the room.

"I'm here now."

Shardis Licita

"You want me to what?!" Quorra yelped.

I regarded her with a cold expression.

"You're gonna teach my people how to fight. You taught Troy and I, didn't you? I want them all to learn the teachings of Lena. I don't want another bloodbath to happen again."

"Shane, you know, teaching Troy was just a one time thing. To pass on Lena's teachings is taboo."

"Yet you didn't hesitate to train me."

"Because it was very clear Dekani didn't know what he was doing!"

I leaned back in my chair.

"Well, I don't either. Do you want me to teach them?"

"Gods, no." Quorra muttered.

"Then get to it." I said.

"But what about my admin tasks? I'm still a leader of a massive alliance, and I have my own clan to run. I'm a busy woman."

"You're 16. Besides..."

I beckoned Yelene over.

"Yelene's done admin stuff in the past. She says she is more than happy to take the load off of your shoulders."

Yelene bowed.

"It is a pleasure to be of assistance, Lady Lavine."

Quorra blushed. "Ah, well. I don't mind being called that now..."

I got up and turned to the pictures lining the wall.

"I'm doing this different. All of it different. Because I'm not like my brother. I am going to train these gardeners, cooks, maids, attendants, workers in the art of war. This is no longer the peaceful sanctuary we once thought it was, because of these bastard Valians doing whatever the hell they please, instead of devoting their time to fighting this battle. If they want to bully us, we're fighting back with full force."

The next few days saw massive changes to how the Licita mansion handled things. Quorra began to teach my servants the art of combat. The Way of the Valian. Of course, this gave her a lot of bonding time with Troy, by using him as a training dummy and knocking him to the ground. Apparently seeing Troy get beat up was super funny to the children. And I certainly didn't mind the entertainment.

As for Arsanios, he was still in critical condition.

"Master Arsanios is currently comatose." Edda said, as she inspected his pulse.

"What can we do for him at this time?"

"Right now, we need more capable doctors. But because of the Arsani Price scandal, we have lost a lot of support from our clients."

"Which clients are we talking?"

"Numerous ones." Yelene said, as she walked into the room. She had a clipboard.

"The House of Licita holds powerful political status, and by that right, had access to many shares to many corporations. While discrete, many of these corporations earnings go to us, while retaining their respective names. By far, one of our biggest shares goes to one that you may familiar with.

"Toron Corpo."

"Corpo, eh." I grumbled. Those bastards were serving the Severens. There was no way we could get them on our side. But I guess that's just how it was. That was what they believed when Arsanios was still in charge. But now we got new management.

If the Corpo wasn't going to give us financial aid because Adam Virgo was being a bitch to the Severens, I'll have to do it myself.

By taking over their entire corporation.

"What is the status on the Railjack?" I asked.

"Unoperatable." Yelene responded, showing me the clipboard. I leaned in closer and narrowed my eyes.

"Ship intrinsics are linked to Master Arsanios. If your sole objective is to obtain his Railjack, you must awaken him. But such a thing will be a miracle at this rate." Yelene glanced at her former master, her eyes full of worry.

"We'll get Arsanios back." I reassured her.

Even if we couldn't get him back, there was still the Corpo. To save Deka and Rinne. If all Quorra needed was more than one Railjack, if I gained total control of the Toron Corpo empire by killing Adam Virgo, I could get the entire corporation to funnel development costs into building Railjacks. Under the curtains of course. And to pull off such a curtain trick, I had Yelene.

I put my hand on the window and clenched my fist. Deka. Rinne. Please just hang in there. Until my plan goes through. I promise. I promise I'll get you two back, along with Aurora, Flippy, and Folock.

And I will avenge Umbra. If it means tearing these Severens with my bare hands. One Severen at a time.

That night, Yelene gave me a progress report.

"Training has gone well. Forty two percent improvement in physical assessment tests, and Lady Lavine reports that their technique has seen drastic improvement. Clientele continues to diminish. I hope your plan with the Corpo sees fruition. Despite our income still sustaining us, we will soon need to rely on our emergency response funds to support this household. No improvement on Master Arsanios, and my connections have revealed enough information to begin drafting a plan for our heist."

"Thanks Yelene. You're the best." I said, as I turned to her.

Yelene smiled, but the worry in her eyes was so obvious.

"I live to serve, as the advisor and attendant to the head Licita."

"You don't need to keep saying that. You're a highly trusted ally." I responded.

I sat on my chair as I stared at my weapons strewn across the desk. Ais. Gram. Harkanons. Hellfires. All of which were modded with new Supra Mods supplied by Quorra to deal upgraded damage. All weapons that were becoming more and more like the ones SHADE used in my visions. I was becoming more and more like him every day.

"Tch." I muttered.

"My lord?" Yelene asked, as she stepped closer to me. "You look stressed."

"We all are."

"But the worry in your eyes, I cannot ignore it."

I turned to Yelene and noticed she was extremely close, as she began to stroke my face. Her breath smelled of wine.

"Yelene-"

"Please, relax with me, my lord. We can relax together, tonight."

My heart began to race and before I knew it, my instincts took over as I pinned my attendant onto the bed. Yelene grabbed my face until I suddenly stopped.

No. This was wrong. This was very wrong.

"Stop." I said, as I got off Yelene and stood up.

"My lord? Is this your first time?" Yelene asked coyly.

"Enough of this, Yelene. You're drunk. Take the time to sober up. We can't have this." I said, as I dismissed her and kicked her out of my room. I sat on my bed and buried my face in my hands.

What the hell am I doing? How did everything go so downhill so fast? Ever since I discovered my true destiny, everything just became a shitshow. I became forced to look after these people as their master. The family and friends that I had with Captain Price were now in jeopardy. Umbra was dead. Deka and Rinne were being tortured while I was about to have intercourse with my own damn attendant?

I glanced at the wine glass that Yelene was drinking out of. I totally didn't even know she was drinking. Drinking her sorrows and pain away.

I glared at Ais.

I didn't want to become a monster. But the more I let my morals take hold, the more people got hurt. Why even was I defending and fighting for these Valians? Were the Severens all that bad in comparison? I had no part in this war, and I only joined because I felt it was the only place to go. The only place to find a purpose.

But here I was, with all the purpose in the world. And I wanted none of it.

Fate was funny and cruel.

The next morning didn't get any better.

I woke up to hear arguing in the main hall.

"Yelene?" I asked.

"Yes, Master Shardis."

"What's going on down there?"

Yelene clasped her hands. "Tension. Some of us are against your decision to train women and children in the art of combat. They say it is defiling the ways of the Licita."

I followed Yelene to the main hall, as I overheard the arguing.

"He isn't Master Arsanios. Why must we stain our hands in blood to survive? We shouldn't learn such disgusting ways. Reason is the only way forward." One maid exclaimed.

"Do not speak ill of Master Shardis' decisions." Another responded.

I made my way down the stairs as more of the servants noticed me and bowed, quieting down.

I regarded the people who were causing the ruckus. Several very fashionably dressed individuals who were oozing with privilege. Something I was very familiar with. Something that I hated a lot. Because it reminded me of a select group of people who thought the same way. A group of cocky teenagers.

"What is happening here. Who are you." I said.

The group eyed me. "We are the bourgeoisie. Those of upper class in the Licita household. We have returned from our ventures, hearing of Lord Arsanios' condition. To know a filthy peasant has taken his place and is training our people in combat. How repulsive. Who are you to-"

A vein popped up on the side of my head as I quickly drew my Hellfire Machine Pistol and aimed it at the "noble". My expression cold. Several members of the household gasped.

"Did you just call a Licita a filthy peasant?" I asked, my voice dangerous, almost unrecognizable. I had no idea what was going on in me, but whatever happened, was like watching myself go into autopilot. Certain decisions seemed right. Even if they were questionable. Maybe it was the stress from last night with Yelene. Maybe it was the thought that I wasn't enough to save Umbra, and that Deka and Rinne's lives were at jeopardy. Aurora was about to be auctioned off. All that stress, all that pent up emotions inside me was slowly changing me.

"No, my lord." The nobleman replied.

"Kneel." I said.

The nobleman got to one knee, reluctantly, as I aimed my gun at the rest of the ruffians.

"Starting now, I am in charge of this household. My name is Shardis Licita. Unlike Arsanios, I am a legitimate child of Kirin and Caterena Licita. You will do as I say because that is the law. And if you refuse, then I'll have to let you in on a little secret. I'm not as nice as Arsanios. I've got shit on my plate too."

I gestured and beckoned Yelene over.

"Starting today, move these men to the janitorial position. If they're delusional enough to believe reason can get through the Valians, then they will have all the time scrubbing floors to lament this stupid way of thinking."

"Yes, Master Shardis."

The nobleman's eyes widened. "What did you just say? How dare you! Master Arsanios would never treat his subordinates in this way. You are inhuman. Disgraceful. You are-"

"What this household needs to survive this war." I responded, as I turned around, facing my servants. I clenched my fist. I couldn't believe what was happening. What I was turning into. Because the next thing I said was so unlike me, that I was slowly seeing how Shane Mayen would slowly devolve into something much worse. How SHADE had turned into who he was. At first, I thought it was impossible. Our ways of thinking was just too different. SHADE was crazy.

But as more and more things piled up on top of me, I slowly began to see.

Shane Mayen is worthless in this world. A fighter can't win every battle unless it's a fight. This world needed someone better. This was no longer a question of what would Shane Mayen do. It was a matter of what would a Licita do. What would Shardis Licita do.

"You are all going to follow me. By force if necessary. The Severens are our enemy. It doesn't matter if you choose to be neutral. You will be eliminated by the enemy. The only way is to become tougher and stronger. This is how cruel the world is. And if any of you disagree with my plans, then I will ask you to leave. If any of you try to interfere with my plans, then I will end your life. You might be wondering what my plan is. That plan is simple.

"I will use everything I have as a Licita, from physical power to political power, to destroy my enemies"

I brought my gun up as I stood at the top pedestal, towering over my people.

"And I won't stop until they have all been exterminated."

I thought about how wretched this world was. Why did class matter? Why attack those of lower class? Why kill untrained men, women, and children?

Who were my enemies? Anyone who posed a threat on my loved ones or myself.

Severens.

Toron Scrava.

Toron Corpo.

And eventually, the Valians themselves.

The Shardinian Revolutionist Movement

The following few weeks, my people saw drastic improvement in their combat skill. Several of our more avid followers, who began to dub themselves the Shardis Legionnaires, requested they undergo the same Infestation operation that had given me my cybernetics.

Quorra was against this, obviously, and instead decided to teach them the way to channel the powers of the void. Unfortunately, this meant sharing her power to these people.

"You're the last batch." Quorra said, attempting to conceal her fatigue. She began to lean on Troy as she held out her hand, almost like a blessing to the remaining dozen of the Legionnaires.

Quorra's knees buckled and Troy caught her.

"Hey, don't push yourself too hard."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Shane, we need to find other ways to-"

I got up from my seat, my Toron cloak, now embroidered with Licita markings, indicating my status as the new lord of the household. I walked down my steps and regarded Quorra from above.

"Yelene, call Eros over."

"Yes, my lord."

Yelene beckoned Eros, the household science officer, as she made her way and bowed to me.

"What may I do for you, Master Shardis?"

"Run a calculation. A net combat prowess of the forces of our Legion after Quorra has expended her void energy, and compare it to what we have now. Determine if Quorra should continue lending our people her power."

Troy's eyes widened. "The hell are you saying, Shane? Don't you care what happens to Quorra?"

I glanced at Troy, expressionless.

"Numbers don't lie. If we're gonna win this war, we have to do it ourselves. The Valians, as you knew, are useless. Fruitless egotistical children with no goals in mind. Thinking they are so high and mighty. Whatever happens in this calculation, will be pure numerical fact. And this fact will lead us to victory."

Troy stepped forward and attempted to grab my collar, but I did nothing as several of the maids in the room rushed forward with their pole-arms aimed at Troy's throat. Each one of them strong enough to defeat and match Troy's combat skill alone.

"You say all this about the Valians being all high and mighty. Yet here you are doing the exact thing. Power's ruined you, Shane. Who you were before, that's the man who will win this war. Not whatever the hell you are now."

Quorra stared at the ground.

"Stop, Troy."

Troy turned around. "Quorra?"

Quorra's fist shook. "He's right. Look at us. I lead a Clan of forty thousand. An alliance in the hundreds of thousands. I'm a member of the Valian Council. Yet we've done nothing to aid in the war against the Severens. All we've done is use our class and power for ourselves. If it wasn't for the whole idea that we are distinguished warriors, the people in this mansion wouldn't have suffered so much."

Quorra looked at her boyfriend, her face pale and defeated.

"Tell me, Troy. What have we done? What have I done? The only times I have aided in the war's efforts, have been with Shane. At the end of the day, it's Shane that's the only one fighting, and he's only half Valian with his Lance cybernetics. I won't stand for this. If it means helping Shane, then so be it."

The room went silent, as I went back to my chair, resting my chin on my hand, while Yelene continued updating me on the progress, and Eros continued her calculations.

Troy glared at me, as he shouldered his girlfriend.

"Where's Quorra gonna stay for the time being."

I looked up from the bangs of my hair.

"Take her to the Med-bay. Cera, lead the way." A maid took and led Quorra by the hand as Troy glared at me one last time.

"We'll be waiting on the results... Shardis."

I watched as the two left the master room while Yelene continued updating me on our progress. But everything she said seemed to come in one ear and go out the other. Because I just wasn't having it. I knew something was happening to me ever since I watched those Valians slaughter those women and children. In cold blood.

The face of that poor maid, with a hole in her forehead, her eyes, still pleading for the Valian to leave her beloved master alone. It wasn't just gory. It broke something inside of me, psychologically.

Little children playing with guns should never be a thing. Yet here we had the Valians, teenagers running around with power too much for them to handle. Acting like they owned the place and terrorizing the people with this stupid social hierarchy.

That night I went up to Ais and took the sword.

"Alright. Let's see how they're doing." I muttered, as I plunged the blade into a piece of the Eidolon Troy and I captured, my vision flooding with a new scene.

I was back in the Severen home system. Severen civilization all around me, as a familiar voice called out to me. I knew that voice, because it was my own.

"You have taken yet another leap in your developments. That is good."

I turned around.

"Update me on Deka and Rinne." I ordered.

SHADE smiled. "A lord cannot order another lord to do his bidding. We are after all, one and the same."

I clenched my fist.

"If I'm going to play along with your fate BS, at least tell me, tell me what I'm doing is right."

"Cap and Rinne are still alive, they still fight. After all, they're Valians through and through."

"And Aurora?"

"You have two months, Shardis Licita. Two months to get them back. But you will get them back. At a price."

"I don't care what the price is. I'll get my friends back." I growled.

SHADE threw his head back and stared at the sky.

"Indeed you will. You will get them back. But only them."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

SHADE turned around and gazed at the horizon, as multiple giant Severen dropships emerged from the sky.

"I want to become a hero."

"What?"

"One that saves everybody. One who descends from the skies."

"Why are you reciting that?"

SHADE held out his hands, as more and more dropships came from the sky, the entire sky flooded with white and red Severen flesh. A horrific sight, knowing full well, that our enemy was so overwhelmingly vast.

I stumbled back, instinctively, as SHADE turned around, his Severen cloak fluttering in the wind as he was backed up by thousands upon thousands of enormous Severen ships, an entire army seemingly at his command, ready to destroy and exterminate all of his enemies.

"To protect everybody. To tell everybody that I am here now."

I took another step back and realized that SHADE wasn't the only one who knew I was here.

Shardis Licita, do you truly understand, what you are facing now? SHADOW hissed behind me, as I spun around, Ais in hand, but the sword suddenly dissipated.

SHADOW readjusted his own great sword, War, along his shoulder as he joined SHADE.

You may see us. You may see all of our secrets, but that is the true nature of overwhelming power. It doesn't need to be concealed. No amount of knowledge can prepare you for what happens next. All in the glory of Lord Gargantua. To avenge our queen. For it was the Valians who betrayed the Toron that day, and killed my people. It was the Valians who continue to brandish their power among the weak. If you choose to fight against us, then you will see defeat. But eventually, you will realize...

SHADOW brought up his sword, holding out his hand as I stared at my Toron Arm Sheathe, which sparked.

Your Valian powers are useless. Because you don't belong with them. Shane Mayen fights for justice, to avenge those who were wronged. The more you walk your path to becoming SHADE, the more you will see, that the true way of justice, is to join us. To join the Severens.

"Master Shardis, we are approaching the rendezvous." Yelene notified me. I nodded at her, as I turned to my squad.

Two months ago, these people were Maids. Butlers. Chefs. Gardeners. Cleaners. Workers and servants.

Now they were warriors.

I couldn't help stare at Yelene, who was dressed in full battle gear. Bulletproof skin tight leather. Instinctively, my head flashed back to that night when I had pinned her down on the-

No. What am I thinking. This is not appropriate.

"My lord?" Yelene asked.

"Nothing." I responded a little too quickly. "You know the plan. Infiltrate and destroy the vision. Cut them down all at once so no one suspects anything. Yelene, and Travis' squad are with me to capture Virgo."

"Affirmative." My squad said, along with the rest of the other squads from the other mini-landing crafts.

I peered down at the building from above from within the concealment of our cloaked dropship. I had Quorra help research pieces from her Artemis Lance to incorporate her powers into our tech. Each person was able to go into stealth mode if needed.

"It's time, Master Shardis." Travis said to me, as we all jumped out, and landed into the building. As expected, no alarms were tripped, because our other squads had already infiltrated their security systems.

We made our way to the main hall, in a pincer move. There were two exits for Adam Virgo, and each exit was blocked. If he attempted to escape by blowing a hole through the wall, he will be gunned down by the Legionnaires outside.

There was no running from me.

"Hey!" A Corpo crewman shouted at me. "You shouldn't be he-"

One of my servants shot him right between his eyes with a Supra Tessera. The assault rifle smoking at the barrel.

None of us batted an eye as we continued walking, slaughtering crewmen left and right as we made our way to the main office. To Virgo's lair.

"Master Shardis." My coms buzzed in.

"We have located the subject. He is fleeing on foot and sent his guards to distract us."

"Good." I responded. "Fight off the guards and let him come to us."

We located the sounds of Adam's running as the CEO of the Toron Corpo ran into us. His eyes wide in terror as he stumbled back.

"Who are you people. Do you know who I am? Do you know who you are messing with?"

I took out my Harkanon Supra, which underwent yet another upgrade, taking aim.

Adam yelped as he ran the other direction for dear life. But there was nothing he could do. He was completely trapped. His security, torn to shreds by my forces.

Adam got himself backed in the corner, as my squad closed in on him.

"Now now. Let's not have this. I can offer you quite the reward for sparing me. Perhaps a-"

Adam was cut short, as one of the maids hit him in the legs with her staff. The CEO fell on his face as my squad tied him up, bringing him with us to the main dropship.

Yelene spoke into her coms.

"Subject secured. Return to rendezvous."

We made our way back to rendezvous, and loaded the CEO of the Toron Corpo into the back of our ship, near the cargo load. Yelene ripped the blindfold off of Adam's face as I entered the room, gesturing the servants to leave. I calmly locked the door and sat on a chair in front of him as Yelene held out her pistol, aimed right at Adam's forehead.

"What do you people want from me?" Virgo gasped.

I brushed the hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear.

"On the eighth hour last night, I made a purchase." I said, as the cargo hold shook, intimidating Virgo. Yelene remained emotionless, as her aim with the gun remained steadfast. Acquired only through diligent training with Quorra.

"A purchase?"

"Yes. The Toron Corpo have been a major client for the Licita Family for the longest time. But today, things are different. From now on, the Corpo isn't just my client. It is mine."

Virgo's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"

"For the longest time, you possessed the majority shares to the company and empire. Now those shares belong to me."

I held out an electronic document hologram, showing the forged signature of Adam handing over his company to me.

Adam struggled in his restraints. "What is the meaning of this? This is my company. You have no right to take-"

"I have every right to take back a company that was mine in the first place." I said, cutting him off.

Virgo's face paled. "I don't know what you are talking about."

I scrolled through the hologram, through numerous articles, until I found the one that I needed. A police report, legal document, that outlined how Adam had become the CEO of the Toron Corpo in the first place.

"When the Toron Empire fell to the Severens, the empire was split into two subdivisions. Toron Corpo, and Toron Scrava. But for the longest time, when my ancestor, Lilith Licita, began advocating pacifism in our bloodline, she turned to political and business power. Due to her close relationship to His Majesty at the time, she was given total control of the Toron Corpo. Do you know what this means?"

Virgo was silent, beads of sweat going down his neck.

"The Toron Corpo was initially entirely under the control of the Licitas. Until one day, a certain CEO had her hands muddled. Ruined. By one who created fake alibis and allegations. Her reputation in shambles. Daria Licita, the wife of Adam Virgo."

"This isn't true! This is bullshit. How dare you accuse me of-"

"Daria had a compelling argument during the court, but unfortunately, an anonymous tip bribed the judge that day. And Adam Virgo was handed the reigns of the Toron Corpo. And from then on, became the CEO. As for Daria Licita, due to her status as a Licita, her punishment did not influence the rest of our family. The Licita reputation remained unstained, but at the cost of her life. It's rather cruel isn't it? For a husband to betray his wife like that."

"You are playing a very dangerous game, sir." Adam snarled, but I leaned forward, propping my elbows on my knees.

"It would seem that no matter how you do it, this world will forever favour certain individuals. You're a very lucky man, Adam, that this world favours you. Which is why if you're going to play things dirty, so will I. Because I'm not like my ancestors. I will do things in the name of justice my own way."

I got up from my seat and peered at the window, glancing at the landscape of Pluto. Nearly inhospitable, to the point where no one, not even Valian Lances could set foot on.

I turned around, my eyes cold yet brimming with murderous intent.

"Starting now, your company is mine. Of course, I know you aren't the type to want something like this. So I guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

Adam began struggling even harder, and Yelene reattached the gag in his mouth.

"MMF! MMMMMF!" Adam yelled, as he began to convulse, his eyes filled with tears.

"If you chose to live your life as scum, then you should have known you would die as scum." I said, as I grabbed the former CEO of the Toron Corpo, and brought him to the edge of the dropship, the sheer temperatures, causing his tears to instantly freeze on his face.

Adam turned to me, his eyes pleading. But there was no more chances for him.

"You were a lucky man, Adam. To win the affection of Daria Licita. But the moment you chose to betray her, you made an enemy to the Licita bloodline. And today, a Licita will take away everything from you, just as you had taken away everything from a Licita."

Yelene handed me the gun and I aimed it to the side of his head.

"This is goodbye."

I fired, and let go of the body, as Adam Virgo's corpse plummeted into the depths of the icy tundras of Pluto, the blood from his head instantly turning into ice.

The following few days, I took the initiative to change the resource allocation of the Corpo to Railjack implementation. Yelene assisted in covering this up by appearing that we were expediting the deployment of the Amalgram units. As for the public image of the Licita household, I took it upon myself to give everyone an introduction to who was running the household now.

"My name is Shardis Licita." I said, through the communications beacon, to all the media in the Star System. Our forces at the moment were strong, but not strong enough. We needed more people.

"I am the true heir to Kirin and Caterena Licita. But unlike my ancestors, I was denied my title as a Licita, and lived my life in the working class family of the Mayen. I lived my life as Shane Mayen, an ordinary man who had no particular skills. I was spit on by the world, disrespected, watching those who were blessed become successful, favoured by the world, while I myself, faced repeated failure. My entire life, I strove to step up and become better, despite the unfairness of this world. And now that I have reclaimed my title and position of power, I will make it a mission to rid this world of its unfairness. Starting with the Severens."

I reached over and grabbed the Corpo medallion that signified ownership of the entire empire, a family item that once belonged to Daria, which was then stolen by Adam, then stolen back by me.

"As you can see, I now control the entire Toron Corpo, along with the Licita household. I will continue rising in power, not because I am a Licita. But because I lived my life at the bottom, just like all of you. I possess the hunger for power, unlike my adopted brother, who continued to watch as the working class suffered in his posh little living arrangements. I will only become more powerful, until my enemy is exterminated. Who is my enemy, you may ask?"

I stood up and pulled my hair back, revealing my numerous cybernetics, my eye, my infested flesh from the multiple operations with Yggdrasil.

"All those who forced me to become this monstrosity to become one that could survive in this world. Those who were unfairly given power and authority, just because they were born this way. Just because they were special. The Severens with their power. The Corpo with their industrialization. The Scrava with their numbers. And...

"The Valian, for their class. I won't stop, until every last one is exterminated."

"Congratulations, Master Shardis. You now have total control of the Toron Corpo Empire. Combined with your status as a Licita, our status has now stabilized." Yelene said, as she entered my room, standing at the door.

"Thanks." I replied.

"You've created quite the movement, do you know? The movement has become known as the Shardinian Anarchist Revolution against the Valians and upper classmen."

"I didn't force to make this revolution. They did it themselves. All I did was be myself."

"Is that so?"

Yelene showed me a news article, as the projection pulsed a live feed of massive protests all across the cities. Rights and freedom for the working class. Valians being stoned and jeered at.

One Valian aimed his Amprex at a group of protesters.

"You have some nerve, speaking to me like tha-"

"You kill us, we'll keep coming. Who decided it was fair for you guys to have everything? Why do some of us, who work just as hard in our jobs, remain in poverty, while you children get to be at the top? Bullying the lower class?"

I watched as the Valians were jeered off, by the thousands of protesters all over the cities.

"A large number of these protesters request that they gain the power to aid in your efforts. Many more have conducted theft to obtain weapons in aiding with your movement."

"I see."

Yelene looked down, as I glanced at her.

"You're uneasy, huh."

"Master Arsanios was always so pacifist and kind to us. He fought for his Valian brethren, but still took the time to be caring and nurturing, using his class and his mannerisms in a positive way. This is all... just so much. The change and transition. I never imagined myself to have my hands stained in blood."

"You saw how pacifism did for the people who lost their lives that day."

"I know. It's just... part of me wishes that things were the same as back then. Children playing in the backyard with the toys Master Arsanios bought for them. Not playing target practice with their sniper rifles. I'm sorry, my lord. I am out of line."

I got off from my desk. She was right. No one wanted this. But this is just how it is. That's just how it was all gonna play out in the end.

One event leads to another.

To follow the threads of fate.

Until I end up becoming the very monster that I feared.

And there wasn't a single damn thing I could do about it.

"Master Shardis, I cannot take this any longer."

"Huh?" I turned to Yelene, her face was red, as her eyes became watery.

"I am requesting you find another to replace me. I am no longer qualified to be your advisor."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, in disbelief.

Yelene walked forward and put a hand on her chest.

"Master Shardis, I cannot get drunk."

"What are you talking abou-"

Then it hit me. That night. I thought she tried to seduce me because she was drunk, since I smelled wine in her breath. But... if she couldn't get drunk... that meant...

"You knew exactly what you were doing." I deduced.

Yelene looked away.

"When Arsanios was left brutally battered and comatose, I came to the realization. That we had no more pureblood Licita remaining. With Arsanios being all we had, despite being an adopted one, I knew. A Licita cannot be fabricated from words. Or actions. A Licita is a biological trait. I ran out of hope, being someone who served the Licita, my parents, serving the Licita before them. I was just a little girl when I served your father.

"Without the Licita, my life has no meaning. So could you imagine the hope and joy I felt, when I discovered the true son of Kirin and Caterena Licita was alive? And well?"

"I-" This was coming at me too fast. Yelene's family served the Licitas for generations. I guess it must have hit hard to know that with them gone, generations of service would be put to an end. But I wasn't understanding what she was getting at.

"Preservation. That is all I wanted. To know that the new lord of the household is a warrior like Master Arsanios, but one who was willing to step foot in the battlefield and get his hands muddled. This was too much. I know I cannot convince you to stay away from the battlefield. My only wish was to ensure that a Licita remains safe."

Yelene put a hand on her midsection.

"One person must stand up and take that role. If it means giving birth to as many Licita heirs as I can, that would mean the chances of preservation of the bloodline would be increased manifold. Shardis Licita, that day I seduced you on the bed, was completely intentional."

I was speechless, as I watched Yelene turn around and leave the door.

"I await my punishment, Master Shardis." Yelene muttered, as she excused herself, leaving me dumbfounded and unable to respond.

Troy Lucien vs. Shane Mayen

I entered the med bay, to be greeted with Troy assaulting me.

Troy glared at me as I slammed against the wall, sliding onto the ground as he began kicking my face over and over again. Sharp twinges of pain arced across my body, but my cybernetics quickly responded, delivering nanotechnology and endorphins to cease the pain and repair my body.

I said nothing as Troy continued punching me over and over again.

"You bastard. Look at you. The Shane Mayen I knew would never sacrifice his friends like that. You've become the very scum you hated."

Several of my attendants rushed to my aid, but Yelene held them back.

"No." She said.

I regarded Troy from the ground with cold dead eyes.

"Say something, you shitstain." Troy growled, grabbing my collar.

"Eros has run the calculations." I replied, as Troy loosened his grip.

"And?" He asked nervously.

"Quorra doesn't have enough power to fuel our ranks. With more and more people joining the Shardinian Movement, she will dry up like a grape."

Quorra sat up on the bed.

"What are you going to do now, then?"

I calmly got to my feet.

"Is every Valian able to share their Void power?"

Quorra shifted on her feet.

"Yeah, I guess. But not every Valian has the skill to do so. Such a technique is extremely advanced."

I turned to one of my attendants.

"Call Seraph right away. I have a project in mind."

"Yes, Master Shardis."

"Right now, we have two options. Either these Shardinians become infested cyborgs like me, or they become warriors like the people here. If every Valian has the ability to share their void power, then I'll force that potential out."

Quorra regarded me.

"What are you saying?" She asked.

"I'm saying, I'm going to have Seraph conduct an engineering project to design a device that can extract the void energy from Valians. We have the resources of the entire Corpo Empire on our side. I'm going to make good use of it."

Troy's eyes widened.

"Are you saying you're gonna harvest these Valian like livestock?!"

"Yeah."

Troy's hands shook in rage.

"Every time I see you. I recognize Shane Mayen less and less. Do you even know what you're suggesting? This is cruel beyond limits. I know the Valians have done some questionable things, but they're kids."

"Yet you're dating one of these 'kids'."

"Well that's different. I'm around the same age as them."

"So now you're going to use your 'college prodigy' card? Have you not forgotten the things they've done. The shit they did is beyond questionable, Troy."

"Just because they've done these things, doesn't give you a right to do so either! Look at all the shit you've done so far ever since you embraced your Licita side. Using Quorra like a resource. Killing Adam Virgo. Killing all those Toron Corpo crewmen who had families. Objectifying. Murdering. Destroying. No amount of justification in the world can give you a reason to fall this low!"

"And do you think the Severens will care? Do you think just because we have morals this means the Severens will just get up and forget about the whole invasion? If you saw half of the shit I saw, the sheer size of their fleet of soldiers, you wouldn't be saying these things."

I took out Ais and planted the sword on the ground.

"We're at war, Troy. War is never a beautiful thing. This is what you've been dragged into. You're conflicted because for the first time in your life, shit isn't going your way. Well imagine how I feel. This is what I've been going through ever since I was born. You have no right to reprimand me on anything. I'm going to do what it takes to get Cap and Rinne back. And I'm going to destroy the Severens. At whatever cost necessary."

Troy said nothing, as everybody stood in silence. The tension in the air almost overwhelming.

"Fuse." Troy muttered.

"What?"

"I refuse." Troy replied.

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, your compliance isn't a factor."

"I know. But I'm telling you now. I refuse. If you want to use Quorra like this, and these kids like this, then you're going to have to get through me. Shane Mayen, I challenge you for ownership of this entire revolution."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Then we fight in the arena. For all to see."

Yelene put her hand on my arm.

"Master Shardis, is this wise?"

I turned to my advisor.

"They need to see the person who is leading them is strong. They all need to see. And there is one way for this to happen."

I looked at Troy, who was clutching his own sword. A Pangolin Supra. Quorra trying to reason with him not to fight his friend.

"We fight in Rathuum. To the death."

We were transported to the Rathuum arenas. A large underground fighting ring organized by the Toron Scrava. While such a thing was considered illegal in many states, the Rathuum arena was used by many Valian who wanted a means to obtain resources and quick cash.

Or those desperate enough to make a living, when no other option exists.

Every fighter in the arena had something to fight for. But usually that something boiled down to one thing. Survival. At whatever cost, for the entertainment of the Scrava.

I walked down the filthy halls, taking off my cloak, and tying my hair back. Small tufts of hair on my side scraped my shoulders and my black tank top, as I ran my hand across my Hellfire Supra machine pistols strapped to my belt. The Harkanon Supra dual purpose rifle strapped to my back. Gram and Ais, also strapped to my back in parallel.

Plastered all over the media and media tabloids across the Scravan outlets, was the fight advertised.

SHARDIS LICITA VS. TROY LUCIEN - TORON CYBERNETICS VS. VOID SORCERY

"Master Shardis, if you win this fight, you will gain even more support and morale from your followers than before." Yelene informed me.

"Thanks."

"I wish you to stay alive. For not just us. But for me."

I turned to Yelene, and noticed that in the dim light, she was slightly blushing.

"I will return to you, for the betterment of this future." I replied.

Yelene grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss, as I wrapped my arms around her midsection in impulse.

"I am the type of woman who gets attached to the man she affiliates with. Come back to me, Shardis Licita."

I suddenly paused. No. This was wrong. Yet... it felt right. It was almost like my feelings for Rinne dissipated.

I pulled away. "My battle awaits."

I stepped into the arena, as the entire crowd cheered fiercely. I stood face to face with Troy, who was dressed in full battle gear as well. Purple arcane lines decorated his arms in an elegant manner, signifying his immense connection to the void after rigorous training with Quorra.

"I wished it didn't come to this. It's funny. It seems almost like yesterday when the two of us looked forward to moving into the same sublet, living together. Now we're trying to kill each other." Troy said.

I glanced at the commentator, who shouted into the microphone.

"Shardis Licita, as you may have guessed, is the brother of one of our most famous executioners. Arsanios Licita. Who racked up a tally of two thousand executioner kills since his affiliation with us. Earning him his nickname, the Demon of Rathuum. Will Shardis live up to his brother's title? Will he become the NEXT DEMON OF RATHUUM?!"

The crowd roared in approval, as I glared at Troy, taking my place. The arena was raining, but the raindrops were acidic, giving the entire arena a corrosive stench.

I watched as the counter ticked. Each second feeling like an eternity. Yet for some reason, I wasn't nervous. I felt calm and focused. Everything that happens, like SHADE said, is for the betterment of fate. I finally began to understand what made SHADE so powerful. Why every time I tried to deny who I was, things would happen to force me to walk a certain path.

I was destined to align myself with fate.

As long as I follow its threads.

I cannot be defeated.

No matter how stacked the odds are against me.

As long as I follow its threads.

I put out my hand, as the last two seconds ticked down.

I will fight.

Fight.

Fight.

"FIGHT" The commentator shouted, as the crowd roared.

I instantly pulled out my Hellfire pistol and fired, and Troy held out his hand, creating a void shield.

I reached behind me and pulled out my Harkanon with my other hand, taking aim, and fired an anti-aircraft shell at my former friend, the explosion rocking the arena as the crowd cheered.

I spun around, and intercepted Troy, who I predicted was going to attack me from behind.

Trivial moves.

Troy gritted his teeth, as he pushed back, propelling himself into the air and creating multiple void clones of himself.

I put my Harkanon away and drew my other Hellfire pistol, dual aiming the automatic weapons as I peppered the clones that attempted to rush me.

I took a step back, and jumped into the air, using a nearby rock to leverage myself as I shot towards Troy, wielding Ais, who blocked my swing with his Pangolin.

I gritted my teeth as I reached deep inside.

"Licitian Potential: Kien Licita - 140%"

I pushed Troy back as I sent him hurtling across the arena, to the crowd's approval.

"Lance Upload Protocol: TESLA Discharge 300%"

I held out my hand and projected a massive arc of blue electricity that paralyzed Troy.

I landed on the ground, and brought my foot back.

"Licitian Potential: Tricity Licita - 40%"

I blasted forward, bringing Ais back.

No hesitation.

No regrets.

Troy Lucien.

I closed in on Troy as time seemingly slowed down as I accessed more and more of Tricity's speed. The Queen of Altra. The mentor of Mach. The fastest Licita in existence. The fastest Tora in existence. Everything was meaningless when everything was in slow motion.

I always hated you, Troy.

Because you had everything.

I lifted Ais into the air and swung down at his neck, picturing myself decapitating his head.

I tried to escape you by going with Deka.

I tried to escape.

But instead, you followed along.

I thought I could be special being Deka's First Mate.

Then you decided to do the same thing, being Quorra's First Mate.

"Why can't you... leave me alone..." I growled, as the blade continued to lower, getting closer and closer to Troy's neck.

Get out.

Get out of my life, Troy.

I hate you.

I hate how you're so kind to me.

I hate how you're so kind to everybody.

"No. Stop." Troy's voice boomed across the arena, as my blade stopped, frozen, millimetres away from Troy's neck, as he held out his hand. My whole body was frozen. Troy got to his feet. The crowd went silent.

"Why are we fighting, Shane? We were friends. Do you remember? All the time we had together. That day I told you that I never really had any long term friends. You told me you would be the first. We went through thick and thin together. I don't get it. Why are we trying to kill each other? Why?"

I seethed, trying to escape the void bind.

"Licitian Potential: Kien Licita - 350%"

My body exploded in power, trying to escape, but it was no use. It was like Troy had created a conduit straight to the Void, locking me in place.

Troy levelled his Pangolin, aiming it at me.

"If I wanted, I could kill you easily. This fight was never meant for you to win. This fight was never meant for Shardis Licita to win. Maybe if you were still Shane Mayen, but right now, you're consumed by rage and bloodlust."

Don't.

Do NOT lecture me.

"GrrrrRARRRR" I growled, trying to escape the binds with as much of Kien's strength as I could, but it was no use. Not even Kien could escape these confines. It was seemingly vast and limitless.

"I'm not gonna kill you, Shane. I refuse. I win." Troy put his sword on the ground, and faced the crowd.

"I have defeated Shardis Licita. I am the winner."

No you are not.

Do you think I was just sitting in my chair doing nothing while you were out training?

What kind of leader am I if I'm not strong myself?

"Licitian Potential..."

Troy turned around, giving me a disappointed look.

"Stop, Shane. You've lost. You can't end the Void Bind. This is one of Quorra's most powerful abilities. The ability that cemented her position to be on the Valian Council. You can't-"

"Neumani Licita - 100%"

Instantly, the Void bind was broken, as I stumbled, regaining my balance. Troy's eyes went wide.

"How..."

I glared at Troy, as I rushed forward with Tricity's speed, and launched a devastating punch to his gut. Troy smashed into the other side of the arena.

The crowd roared in approval, as I turned towards my subordinates. Yelene looking at me proudly, while Quorra's face was pale.

I brought my forearm up.

"I'm going to end this. With a little irony." I said, as I concentrated.

"Lance Upload Protocol: QUORA Strangledome - 150%"

Instantly, dozens of chains erupted from my sheathe as Troy's body was retrieved from the wreckage, completely tied down by the binds.

I walked forward, my eyes threatening, as I brought my hand out. As much as I hated the Valians. I still observed them. Always watching. Always analyzing. I knew all about their meta builds. I knew all about it.

"Lance Upload Protocol: QUORA Whiplash - 350%"

My hand instantly materialized a glowing red whip as I brought my foot back, and swung the whip, as it lashed Troy. Blood erupted from his side as Troy yelled in agony. I brought my hand back and lashed him again. And again. And again.

"Die. Disappear. Disappear from my life, Troy." I growled.

By the eighth lash, my sheathe popped and smoked, indicating that it was on cooldown. The Strangledome undid itself as Troy crumpled to the ground.

I took out Ais and approached him.

"Don't do this... Shane..." Troy croaked.

I lifted my sword, when suddenly, Quorra screamed from the balcony.

"STOP! Shane! Please!"

My eyes widened as I hesitated, and at that moment, Troy took advantage of that moment of opportunity. That moment where I was exposed. Troy swept his leg and I hit the ground, banging my head against the cold rocky surface of Rathuum.

A purple bind appeared around my body as Troy hurled me into the ceiling. Smashing into the rocks, as I pulled out my Hellfire and fired in response. But Troy began void dashing around the arena, and closed in, slashing with his Pangolin Supra and cutting a deep gash into my chest.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way." Troy muttered, as he held out his hand, and blasted me with a powerful blast of void energy. I smashed into the ground.

Troy landed in front of me, his body purely ablaze with purple fire. He was going all out.

"Why did it end up like this, Shane? How did something so good end up into something so bad?"

I got to my feet. If he was going to go all out, so will I.

I clenched my fists as I assumed my stance.

Licitian Potential.

Ciel Licita's Skill.

Tricity Licita's Speed.

Kien Licita's Strength.

Neumani Licita's Negation.

Gunthel Licita's Constitution.

My cybernetic eye reticules focused on Troy, analyzing and determining the appropriate approach.

I readied Ais and drew Gram with my other hand.

"That's the thing, Troy." I replied.

"What we had never was good. It never was. Because for the longest time, since day one..."

I lowered my blades as I took a deep breath, Ciel's style fully engrained in my subconsciousness.

"I've always hated you."

A tear ran down Troy's cheek as he brought his hands back, generating an explosive burst of void power as he shot towards me. I readied myself and leapt forward, my foot leaving behind a shockwave as I met his charge.

Neither one of us was brought up in this future timeline.

Yet both of us were the stars of tonight. Because at the end of the day, the very pinnacle of all the unfairness in my life, was Troy. At the end of the day, this was the battle most important to me. A battle I could not possibly lose.

Troy Lucien vs. Shane Mayen.

Invasion

"I got screwed over." Troy said, as we checked our midterm exam results.

"You did?!" I asked, laughing, as I propped my feet on the table.

"Well, it's okay. Grades don't matter at the end of the day. Don't worry about it."

I was happy. I got above average in this exam, finally. Now I got to act cool about it, because I finally beat Troy-

"It was because half of my exam was marked. The instructor forgot to grade the last half of the exam. Ugh."

Troy turned to me.

"Could have gotten 100%. Ah, oh well."

I charged and slashed at Troy, cutting at all the Void constructs he created, as we zoomed and zipped across the entire arena. Leaving behind purple and white trails of energy due to our sheer unmatched speed.

"RAAAR!!!" I roared, as I charged up another arc of power, this time using Amber Licita's pyrokinesis and launching blasts of flame from Ais at Troy, who effortlessly dodged and retaliated with hundreds of Void Beams.

I dodged them all with Tricity Licita's speed and shot in with a downward thrust with Gram, but Troy opened his hand and blew me back as I smashed into the ceiling of Rathuum, coughing up blood.

I won't fall.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I had power.

I had the power of all my Licita ancestors, the best of the best of the Tora, at the palm of my hand.

I can't lose.

I held out my Harkanon and fired repeated rounds at Troy, utilizing my Cybernetic Eye to guide the bullets and trace him down, but Troy unleashed a powerful void wave which interfered with the signal, causing the bullets to ricochet.

"Yield, Shane!" Troy shouted, as he zipped in to slash at me. I kicked off of the ceiling and fired more anti-aircraft rounds at Troy, but Troy brought his foot back, and launched a slash that cut the barrel to my rifle in half. The gun exploded in my hand as I fell backwards.

"Hey, Shane?" Lily said. That night. I was with Lily that night on the rooftop. She told me she wanted to talk to me. This was it. The great confession that I had yearned for so long. If I could have only one thing in this unfair world, it had to be Lily. Please. If there was a god in this world, please, let me have Lily. Please.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to keep my mouth from quivering in nervousness.

"I wanted to tell you... for the longest time..."

"Tell me what?" I asked, my heart beating faster and faster.

"I like..."

Like?

"I like Troy. I'm sorry, Shane. You're a good guy, it's just-"

"I'm not good enough." I cut her off, as the disbelief shattered me from inside. Something inside me hurt.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

Lily glanced at me.

"I love Troy. I loved him ever since we met. Anyway... I guess I'm headed back to the plaza."

Lily left me alone as I stared at my reflection from the water of the campus fountain. If it was deep enough, I would have jumped in and never went back up. So I could save myself the pain by drowning to death.

Right now.

Right here.

I had to win.

Just once.

To not let this world play with me till the very end. Please fate. Please let this be my destiny.

I threw the busted Harkanon on the ground and took out my Hellfire.

"Licitian Potential: Serena Licita - 120%"

My sheathe began to glow as Serena's power imbued the device with extra energy.

"Lance Upload Protocol: MIRAGE Eclipse - 850%"

My Hellfire began to glow with a blinding white light as I yelled, firing significantly enhanced blasts of power at Troy. The bullets moving so fast that there was no way he could evade them.

Troy held out his hands as he tried to block the bullets, but the sheer force of the rounds shattered his void shield and cut into his body as he crumpled to the ground.

This was it. My opening.

I took a step forward as my sheathe disintegrated into pieces. I took out Ais and ran forward, the blade back as I swung as hard as I could.

"Want to know a fact about me, Shane?"

"What?"

"Of all my years in school, I've made a lot of friends. But they all came and go. I never had anyone to talk to long term. What I'm trying to say, is I don't have any real friends."

"I could be, if you want."

"Really?" Troy said, his eyes twinkled.

"I can be your first real friend. As long as we stick together." I said, smiling.

"It's a deal, man!" Troy held out his hand as I took it, shaking. This was the first time we had a heart to heart.

"Shane, no matter how bad it gets, no matter how shitty life gets, I'll always be there for you! I'll always help you out."

"Yeah? Same with you too, bud." I replied, as we walked back to the campus.

I reeled back, each beat of my heart becoming like a war drum, Ais inches away from decapitating Troy's head.

"Die. Disappear." I snarled, when suddenly, time seemed to stop.

I looked down, to see a Pangolin Supra blade sticking out of my midsection.

"Huh?"

Troy gave me a look of sympathy as his hand was outstretched, the blade piercing me right through my stomach as my body began to ramp up in pain. I stumbled back, choking out blood as Yelene cried out my name. The crowd went wild, as my subordinates were in shock, just like me.

"Shane, this was one of Quorra's first lessons. To always keep a clear head and not let your emotions get the better of you. Otherwise you let your guard down."

Troy stood up as I was forced to adjust myself to avoid the blade from sliding against my wound.

I struggled to speak or even breathe, as my vision began to turn blurry.

"I... lost...?" I muttered, in utter disbelief.

I...

Lost...

I lost my balance as the blade slipped through me. I fell on my back as my head hit the rock.

Troy turned to the crowds of Rathuum.

"I, Troy Lucien, have bested Shardis Licita in combat. And by the rules of the bout, I now have total control of the Revolutionist Movement."

No.

This...

This shouldn't be happening.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go down.

I was supposed to win.

"Kien... Ciel... Trinity..." I croaked.

"I need... your power..."

You cannot handle our power. As we speak, your soul is entering the Licitian Convergence. This is your last few moments of life, Shardis. Tricity's voice boomed in my head.

"No... please..." I begged, as my eyes began to water.

"Not like this..."

You restored honour to the Licita bloodline by retaking the Toron Corpo, albeit with questionable methods. That in itself, deserves praise.

"I want to live just a little longer."

That, unfortunately, cannot be granted.