The Zenith Beyond

The poll winner is Zenith of Power(renamed to The Zenith Beyond) which is NOT what I expected to win at all. Still, this one is the fic I'm actually most looking forward to writing, so instead of leaving it as a self-indulgent story, I decided to refine and improve it as much as possible. Thus, it took time to upload even though it was already 75% done.

This wouldn't have been anywhere near as good without Priapus' help. Praise be.

Anyway, a note before you start reading but this isn't actually a gamer fic. The background lore is connected to my three gamer fics, sure, but it isn't one itself.  Why? Because honestly, I'm starting to really hate writing them lol. I probably won't write a new one ever again—even the perk-only type.

This is the first chapter, so I'd really appreciate feedback now more than ever.  Ask if you have any questions, and tell me what you like and dislike.

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Edited by: Priapus, Old man of the mountain

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259973 Attempts.

A little more than one hundred thousand years of experimentation.

And not one satisfactory result.

No matter what I did differently, it always ended up being a failure. Either a stillborn, a subject too frail, or, most commonly, one too mad and wild to be considered sentient. It made me reconsider if this truly was the only option I had.

But losing hope isn’t a choice. After all, I cannot feel or comprehend such a thing. There is no hope—only success or failure.

So I kept trying. Failure after failure, with every attempt teaching little to nothing. Was it the doing of this fluid used to assist in growing her that I found in a different cluster? Was the DNA of this biological entity or race simply incompatible with my Metanovian essence?

I do not know. I’ve never tried to do something like this before. Something so ambitious. All I ever knew in my long, long existence was serving my master and maintaining balance. This… is outside my area of expertise.

I lack the experience. Being so hands-on and involved with mortal life this way was never part of my directive.

And making an entity that would one day usurp my own creator seems like a fruitless cause. No one, not even I, should be strong enough to accomplish such a monumental task. It is in no way something I enjoy doing, but unfortunately, I have no other choice.

Either I go against my very nature, give up, and let him bring about the end of  all that is, or I do what I was created to do and uphold equilibrium until I cease to exist. But, as I once stated, I am unable to do that. Not on my own.

Therefore, I need a champion. One not bound by the restraints that hold me down. An heir who will succeed the Master. The Arbiter of all that exists and all that does not.

Mechanical entities will not do against him, for I lack the necessary resources to make anything capable of the task, so I decided to focus on bioengineering the champion. Perhaps that will be the key to preventing their inevitable destruction.

It must have the drive to acquire the power needed to defeat him. Independence and sapience. The ability to learn and grow even without my influence. A being with a will and thoughts of its own.

I’ve done some research into this world, and while its level is not quite impressive in the grand scheme of things, I am, unfortunately, confined in this rather small cluster and will have to do with what I have.

But this warrior race—the Saiyan race—seems almost to be the perfect foundation for the champion. They are by no means powerful compared to what I’ve witnessed in my lifetime, but power alone is not enough. A warrior race with an instinct and aptitude for combat is what I need.

And so, continuing on that path regardless, something… different occurred in the 259974th attempt. Instead of the champion simply dying in their sleep or thrashing around until they broke their tube and escaped confinement…

The current subject, codenamed Z-9999, smiled—a most innocent, gentle smile. There was a glimmer of intelligence in their eyes, a radically different result from what I’d grown used to seeing.

It did not last long, of course. They were only briefly awake and lucid, but it was different. I do not know what I did so differently this time— was this a fluke? Luck? I do not know. But I do know that I should not waste this opportunity.

The months this champion took to develop are uncommonly short, even if, to me, it felt like an instant, just as the many failed attempts did before this. A hundred thousand years, a million, a billion— all nothing in the eyes of a timeless being.

And yet, ironically, I do not have much time left. Being disconnected from my creator is continuously draining my powers. Extending my time as much as possible by taking on a physical form and using less energy than usual, I only have a few thousand years left before I’m completely powerless.

This must be the one— The champion must be born soon. They must be cared for, nurtured, taught, and trained until the time comes. When they are ready, a battle of incomprehensible proportions will commence, and they will emerge victorious. They must win.

…

Soft white hair and tail. Red eyes.

Unlike the Saiyan stock from which they are derived, who predominantly have spiky black hair and black eyes, this was what the champion’s form usually looks like—and this one is female.

But far from the usual sickly, tumor-filled blueish-green skin I’m so familiar with, this one is flawlessly soft and has a healthy pale color. There are no outward problems. They are, or rather, she is, perfectly healthy. Physically–

The champion slowly opens her eyes once again as she looks at me from within the liquid-filled tube, extending her small arm until her hand touches the glass. I mimic what she is doing, putting my metallic claws against the tube.

This prompts another innocent smile from her.

…And mentally.

There are no irregularities, like the lethal spikes in power that ended some of the earlier attempts, but she does seem to suffer from a few bad dreams, not dissimilar to the most recent failed subjects. It is rather strange— these nightmares seem to have only affected the subjects from the past twenty-five years or so.

I cannot pinpoint the exact cause and root of those nightmares, but I have determined that, whatever they are, they seem to have been induced by an outside party. I’m still unsure if a malicious force caused this, however, as they are too random and have no discernible pattern.

She is not ready. Her power hasn’t grown to an adequate degree, and I’ve yet to impart all the necessary knowledge into her brain.

“Now is not the time.”

The champion tilts her head at me curiously.

“Not yet.”

Her drooping eyelids make her struggle to keep eye contact.

“Sleep.”

And eventually, she returns to her deep slumber.

…How fascinating.

It’s as if she is aware of her position.

Not her goal, of course, but with what little knowledge I’ve imparted into her mind, she seems to comprehend where she is and what is happening to her. At the same time, she doesn’t seem to be bothered.

In the brief times she’s woken up, she’d observe me silently and sometimes smile when I looked back at her.

I did not understand what it meant at first; whatever it was, she was pleased by it. It was nothing dangerous, so there was no reason to make note of such a thing.

But knowing she was not suffering made me strangely… Satisfied.

The only problem with this one is her low power level compared to the previous incarnations. She is much, much weaker, in fact, but strength and power can be gained at any time. The Saiyans’ aptitude for combat makes them grow exceedingly quickly compared to most lifeforms in this cluster.

And the champion is mostly Saiyan. 80% of her biological makeup is that of one, with 20% being my essence turned to DNA, as this seems to be the perfect ratio for a hybrid. Too much of the former and they end up too weak or aggressive, but any more of the latter would simply kill them.

Twenty percent is enough to eradicate her mortal limit, though. Perhaps in the first few years it will be difficult for her to use her powers to their full extent, but her growth will become exponential. Eventually, she’ll become far more powerful than anything in this cluster and move on to the next. Over and over until she is powerful enough to usurp him.

…‘Freedom’.

And his manic search for it.

That was when everything began falling apart, wasn’t it?

I do not claim to understand the inner workings of his mind, but…

…

No matter. Reminiscing will not do.

When the time comes, she must come out victorious.

And his essence will be devoured whole, turned into power and knowledge for his heir to use as she sees fit. I care not how long this takes me nor what I must do, but I will ensure she fulfills her destiny.

The champion will become the new master.

No matter the cost.

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Something is wrong.

The champion seems to be having nightmares far more commonly than before, and the fluids I’ve pumped into her tube that were supposed to prevent such events from happening are not effective anymore. She was twitching and crying in her sleep for an hour before she stopped.

I’ve even tried to wake her up using every method I know, but she looked too absorbed by this dream of hers, and it would not have been much of a problem had these things not negatively affected her development. She has not fully matured yet.

Unfortunately, I’ve yet to discover the person or entity responsible. She will have to tolerate them until I find whatever was causing this undesirable phenomenon and eradicate it from existence.

At the very least, she seems to have calmed down for now–

My train of thought stops as I hear the muffled cries beginning anew, this time amplified by a hundred times. The moment I try to find a solution, the lab starts shaking. What is this? Are we under attack? By whom?

No, it’s not the lab that is shaking. The entire planet is.

I ignore it for now and then freeze as the energy readings of the champion begin exponentially rising. She seems to be going through her first power spike, six months after what was expected.

In mere seconds, her power rises higher than any of her siblings had ever reached, from a reading of one to thousands to millions and still rising. The device fries itself as it tries but fails to register the continuously growing energy of the champion.

The tube she is in cracks and shatters, making her fall over into the flowing liquid filling the lab and lose consciousness. The earthquake stops the moment her cries cease, and her power returns to one as soon as she hits the ground.

I cautiously stare at the child for a moment and silently analyze the situation before deciding to approach her. I kneel down and use my metal claws to gently scoop her out of the floor, wrapping her in a white blanket and checking her vitals and soul.

…Nothing damaged or out of the ordinary. Good.

The champion slowly opens her eyes. She takes a moment to process her surroundings before looking directly at me, then puts a hand on my head, tilting hers curiously. She didn’t seem bothered—no, more accurately, she didn’t even remember what she was going through.

“You are truly a sight to behold, Z-9999,” I say, making her blink. “...No, you have long since outgrown that designation. You are no subject. You are the final product. My ultimate creation.”

The champion remains silent, but her tail swishes from side to side.

“To stand atop all and look down upon creation beneath your feet. To shape it as you see fit… That is your destiny.” I brush a strand of her hair aside. “It is only fitting that ‘Zenith’ shall be your name.”

“...Zenith?” She parrots curiously, understanding my words.

“Yes.”

“Zenith.” She says again, as if to confirm it herself, then tilts her head again. “What’s your name?”

I pause and stay silent, not sure how to respond. Is she asking for my name?

Odd. Why would she care?

“I have no name.”

“Why?”

“I did not need it.”

“Why?”

She’s rather curious, I see.

“Names were pointless,” I say. “As I only existed to improve and maintain the supercluster from a higher plane. A developer, so to speak.”

“Developer… Dev.” She says, pointing at me. “Dev!”

…If she insists.

“So be it.” I gently pat her head, making sure not to scratch her with my claw. “You may call me Dev.”

The champion giggles, and her tail swishes faster as I stand up, carrying her in my arms while walking out of the ruined lab and into a freezing planet's everlasting snowstorm.

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Trudging through the frozen forests with the shivering, blanket-bundled child in my metal arm, I eliminate a charging wild beast with my plasma pistol, noticing Zenith flinch at the loud noise. She is fast asleep, but as it turns out, she is having more of those nightmares. Thankfully, it's not as bad, however.

Perhaps the vitagenic fluid in the tube amplified it somehow or maintained some sensitive faculty at a higher level of operation than is possible without constant restoration. I should look into it when I have the chance.

The harsh environments do not help in that regard either. I know most mortal lifeforms cannot survive such extreme temperatures unless they have evolved to be able to, but I did not expect it to be this dire.

Hmm, I suppose the constant failures and monotonous nature of my work caused me to forgo the necessary preparation. This must not happen again.

Had I not realized it earlier, Zenith could’ve very well died, and I’d be back to square one. Thankfully, I anticipated this the moment she fell asleep and made haste to the space vessel I used to traverse this cluster.

…I’m unsure why, but I have an aversion to hearing her whimpers.

Once I walk through the snowy thickets of the woods, I see the titanic machine the size of a small moon. “Monsoon”, which was initially a weapon I intended to use against the Creator, is now a glorified vehicle. It has no other worth beyond that. Though, it is still rather formidable, at least in this cluster.

It will do well as a base of operation while I’m here. It's better than that makeshift lab I made Zenith in to avoid damaging the vehicle. Besides its destructive capabilities, it is sentient and relatively spacious on the inside, and it can hide itself from even the sharpest of individuals by bending reality to make it unnoticeable to all but me and anyone I deem an ally. Any foolish creature that tries to attack it would instantly get erased from space and time.

Recognizing me, the machine’s doors open up, letting me through without harm. The doors close behind us, and the noise finally wakes the girl, who begins to open her red eyes slowly. Zenith looks around in curiosity, unaware of where she is.

The main control room we are in, while heated so she does not freeze to death, is rather dark, with the only light coming from the holographic screen in the middle of the room showing the map of the cluster we are in.

She says nothing, content with only observing silently as her white, fluffy tail swishes around. I am unsure what she is thinking; the mind of such a lifeform is near incomprehensible to me, but regardless, I feel the need to clarify what this is and where we are.

“This shall be your home from now on,” I say tonelessly through the speakers of the mechanical body. “It is a ship I built before creating you. Many years ago.”

“Home?”

“Indeed,” I confirm. “It is where you will sleep and learn for the foreseeable future. I hope it meets your needs?”

Zenith stays quiet momentarily before looking at me with a most innocent expression.

“I like Dev.”

I am caught off guard at such an unexpected confession and do not know how to react, as it was not the response I had expected. I am unable to comprehend human emotions at such a personal level.

I do not understand where this originated from—her strange affection. I was unfamiliar with this, but Zenith has always been odd compared to other subjects. Even in the tube, she was strangely attached and almost enthusiastic.

She is different from her siblings. Where they’d be either highly aggressive or extremely apathetic, she is, I suppose, more positive. She’d show curiosity at my work and smile whenever she was briefly awake, yet I’ve never done anything to influence her development toward being a neurotypical mortal.

After all, I was created for much grander purposes. I was made to serve a higher power as an assistant and an attendant as they cared for and maintained the supercluster of multiverses. I had never felt the need to make sense of these things.

Why is she like this? While not particularly negative or undesired, It’s purely illogical. What have I done differently that made her turn out this way? Was it some stroke of luck? I do not understand it.

…Such a small, insignificant thing. So far below me, it’s laughable that I’d ever consider taking the time to study it. Yet, at the same time, even if I try, I cannot grasp it. To understand such sentiments.

Rather pathetic. And somewhat humbling.

“I see,” I reply tonelessly, unsure how to proceed. Then, I bring her to the vessel’s control panel. “...We will remain on this planet for a while, perhaps a few years until you can care for yourself alone.”

The glowing light emanating from the buttons catches her attention as she curiously stares at it. I begin pressing the buttons to open all the internal doors of the space vessel and turn on the lights. Zenith flinches and whines at the light hitting her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust her vision.

“In the meantime,” I continue. “I will teach you everything you need to know.”

Especially considering Zenith was ‘born’ six months before she was supposed to. I would originally code the more advanced knowledge directly into her brain in the last four months of her development in the tube. Her understanding of basic language, was one of the only things I had put into her before the incident.

Besides a Saiyan's barest instincts, Zenith knows nothing about combat, critical thinking, or even basic mathematics. It will be up to me to teach her those. Her curiosity is a good sign; it shows that she is willing to learn. To an extent, at least.

“Well?” I turn to look at her directly. “Are you ready to learn?”

Zenith nods.

“Excellent.” I move away from the control panel and put her on the ground. “Then let us begin your first and most important lesson.”

As I will it, the big white blanket around Zenith warps and changes into a perfectly sized shirt, pants, and socks. While there is not much visible reaction in her expression, she is evidently amazed as her red eyes glimmer in awe, her tail rapidly moving side to side.

“This is Metanova,” I explain, creating golden and purple energy in a spiral form in my claw. “The essence of creation and uncreation. Time and space. Everything and nothing. It can do whatever your heart desires.”

“Metanova…” Zenith mutters in wonder. “How?”

“Hm, the ‘how’ of such power is too complicated for you to understand at the moment,” I say, dispersing the energy. “What you must know is that it is your birthright. Only you and I may wield it.”

Zenith nods again, looking very interested. Good.

“Your first task is to manipulate it; however, due to its sheer complexity, you cannot use it in its regular state and, therefore, are unable to utilize its full potential.” I clarify. “Fortunately, Metanova can reshape itself to imitate other types of energy perfectly. Naturally, it becomes more limited and weaker when you do so, but this is your first step to mastery. Stand up.”

The Champion blinks before complying, struggling to stand on her feet. I wait patiently as she gets a hold of her balance, considering it is her first time feeling it. She risks falling a few times before successfully standing still, looking up at me with a… rather strange look. Almost as if she was excitedly waiting for me to say or do something.

I ignore it and continue with the lesson.

“Most lifeforms in this cluster use a type of energy called ‘Ki’. You will be attempting to access it through your Metanova.” I explain to her. “Due to your Saiyan Heritage, it should come naturally to you. Close your eyes, focus, and do what you must to release your Ki.”

A flash of disappointment crosses her face for a split second, but she quickly obeys. I do not understand what brought it on, but I again ignore it and study her closely, and almost to my surprise, Zenith is flawlessly able to do what I told her. A white-silverish aura covered by crackling red bio-electricity envelops her.

Her power increases in this state. Not to the degree I witnessed earlier, but still a little better than I expected. Brilliant. And she has only just learned to stand on her own two feet. Even basic ki control seems to be child’s play for her.

“Can you release it in an attack?” I ask, observing intently.

Zenith blinks a few times.

“Where?”

Right, a target is required.

I use a minuscule amount of my own Metanova to create a metal plate, telekinetically holding it in the air right above me. Zenith understands immediately and extends an arm at it, and a small ball of ki tears through and disintegrates the plate effortlessly,

“Very good.” I compliment, bringing my metal claw down to gently pat her head as her aura disperses. “Your inherent understanding of Ki made this task rather simple, but your efforts are not to be ignored. Well done.”

Zenith’s tail swishes from side to side faster at the physical contact and praise. I cannot decipher this response right now– is this a positive reaction? All evidence suggests yes, so I expect this helps her cognitive development.

…I’m unsure why I started doing these head pats whenever I praised Zenith, but I felt oddly compelled to.

“Let’s start your next task.” I continue, not missing a beat. “Or test, I suppose. A physical test–”

I’m suddenly interrupted by a strange, growling noise coming from Zenith.

“I’m hungry.” She says softly.

Right, mortal lifeforms like her need sustenance to survive. I was so focused on her progress that it slipped my mind. It is good that Saiyans are omnivorous; it would make having to feed her constantly much easier. Unfortunately, I had not yet stocked the food storage, having anticipated her birth at a much later date.

Testing her physical and mental capabilities will have to wait for now. I have high hopes for her. She’s merely a toddler, eight months old, in the body of a three-year-old, but so far, she’s done nothing but impress me. And that power spike back at the lab was beyond fascinating. Her power level soared far beyond my expectations.

Of course, such power is nothing compared to the might of the Master or even me at my current strength, but all she needs now is time.

And time is all I can give.

“Then I shall acquire some food,” I say. “You may stay here until I return.”

As Monsoon opens the exit door, Zenith grabs me by the leg, looking at me expectantly.

“I wanna go.”

“You cannot,” I reply immediately. “It is dangerous for you.”

As I try to get her off, she whines.

“I wanna go with Dev.”

“You would die.”

“I wanna go.”

“Can you not hear me? It’s freezing outside the ship.”

Zenith does not budge for whatever reason. Why must she insist? She’s aware of how cold this planet is. Besides, it’s filled with beasts that she is helpless against at her current power level.

…But I suppose this could work as a trial of sorts. I will always be around her and use some of my powers to keep her safe if needed, so this should not be too dangerous. I will make sure we do not stray too far.

“Very well.” I concede. “You may come.”

Zenith’s frown drops, replaced with a smile as we leave the ship. Perhaps this can be a lesson about survival for her, seeing that she lacks all the necessary knowledge to live independently if it comes down to it.

We shall see.

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Fortunately, the snowstorm seems to have settled. Zenith is still shivering as we walk through the snowy forest surrounding Monsoon, but it looks like she can resist this temperature to a degree. I made sure to make the cotton of her blanket thicker when I reformed it into clothes.

Although her discomfort was very evident, she has refrained from complaining. She just walks close beside me, occasionally throwing me looks of distress, but nothing more than that.

“Endure it,” I tell her.

“Mhm…” She says quietly, shuddering from the cold.

I scan our surroundings, spotting several fruits hanging from the frozen trees. I approach and analyze them up close, determining they’re not poisonous for Zenith, before plucking them and sending them to my storage dimension.

It’s a miracle anything was able to grow here, as the closest star to this planet is fifty billion kilometers away. Still, a few fruits won’t be enough. I’m aware that Saiyans require abnormal amounts of nutrients to be able to sustain themselves. Zenith shouldn’t be different in this regard.

Staying strictly vegetarian would slow down her growth, as Saiyans seem to benefit more from a carnivorous diet. I need to hunt something down for her, and her inherent resistance to poisons and diseases should make any biological entity on this planet edible.

As we continue foraging for fruit, wild vegetables, and edible fungi, my scanners pick up on nearby lifeforms, making me take out my plasma gun and put it on low-power mode. As I’m about to make my shot, Zenith suddenly stops.

“Zenith,” I say her name, but she does not respond. “Can you hear me?”

I glance at her; her eyes are shut, and her ragged breathing and shuddering make me reconsider this idea. Hm, she was not ready— and this is no fault of hers. She was only just born less than an hour ago, a premature birth even. I cannot expect her to be performing miracles at the moment.

“Perhaps what we have managed to gather will be enough to satiate your hunger for now,” I say, putting away the gun as I try to pick her up. “Let us return. We shall hunt another time.”

“No!” She shouts out aggressively, startling me slightly.

“Zenith.”

She doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, she stabilizes her breathing and releases her ki. In mere seconds, Zenith condenses her ki aura into a thin barrier of sorts, preventing the cold of this planet from getting to her.

Marvelous. This is far beyond what I had expected from her at the moment. To be able to manipulate her ki so efficiently so soon… She is a genius, even among the most talented Saiyan warriors.

Her trembles stop as she opens her eyes, looking at me.

“I’m okay.” She says, spreading her arms. “See?”

“I do.” Instead of picking her up, I pat her head. “You’ve done wonderfully well, Zenith.”

Her tail swings from side to side as her face breaks into a smile.

“With this, we shall continue our hunt.”

Zenith nods as we refocus our attention on our target. A pack of wooly, eight-legged creatures with six eyes and a horn on their heads, only a kilometer away from Monsoon and twenty meters from us. Analyzing the creatures for a few seconds reveals to me a few things.

Herbivore. They are harmless for the most part, but the poison they spit, while not lethal, can cause terrible nausea, vomiting, and a migraine. Their meat does not share those poisonous qualities. Perfect for eating.

And for a small test to see if Zenith has what it takes to hunt for her own. She is far more talented than I had anticipated and has surprised me several times. Surely, this will not pose much of a challenge.

“Go on,” I say. “Wipe them all out, and you shall have enough food for a month.”

Zenith quickly obeys and prepares a ki blast. As the red light glows from behind the bushes, she releases the attack, instantly blowing up the skull of a creature. Before the rest of the pack can react, she is already near them, either bursting their heads with heavy punches or more ki blasts.

Three seconds pass, and thirty out of sixty-seven fall to the ground, dead. The rest dispersed and spread out, running away in terror and panic at the sudden attack. Zenith is about to go after them until I stop her.

“This should be enough,” I say. “Well done, Zenith. Shall we go back?”

Zenith nods.

Once I store all the dead creatures in the storage, I freeze as my scanners spot something rapidly approaching. Still, unfortunately, I am not quick enough to intercept the attack as a hostile entity rams into Zenith, sending her through several trees and boulders.

As I aim the plasma gun at the enemy, I quickly recognize it. One of Zenith’s failed incarnations, spasming and twitching violently while making animalistic growls at Zenith. What is this? How did it arrive so quickly? Did it perhaps sense Zenith when she unleashed some of her energy?

Moreover, how is it even alive in the first place? One thing is to survive in this inhospitable weather, but they were physically unstable. It’d be a miracle for any of the failed experiments to live for more than a month before suffering from organ failure and dying immediately.

Was this a one-time thing? Are there more of them out there? If that is the case, then Zenith is in danger. They might be severely ill, but they would still tear her apart in seconds.

Without wasting a second, I fire at the monster, only for it to effortlessly dodge the beams. However, it does not attack, seemingly ignoring my very existence as it roars at the champion in rage.

Moments before I release some of my true power to eradicate the threat, a blast of ki tears through the failed subject’s head, killing it instantly. Zenith walks out of the rubble she was in, not even slightly damaged.

Her power increased in response to the threat. More than I thought it would. I do not know how this came to be or where she gained it from, but her control over Ki is nothing short of extraordinary. It comes very naturally to her, more so than most.

“Who is this?” She points at the corpse as she relaxes her aura. “Are they bad?”

“Yes, they’re very dangerous,” I confirm. “If you see any more, retreat to Monsoon and inform me.”

“Okay.” She nods, wrapping her tiny hand around my claw. “Let’s go home.”

“Of course.”

You are indeed something to behold, Zenith. Far exceeding my expectations. I can only imagine how much you’ll grow and how powerful you’ll become. Perhaps this cause I once thought truly futile would be possible with you.

…To be able to make me feel hope.

Yes, you will make a fine master when you’re ready.

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