Epochal

Unknown Planet

Paleness proliferated a soldiers facial exterior that stood in an army of nearly 100,000 at the far end towards the east of the army. An individual in white garments bleeding constantly from his orifices stood on the opposing end of the army at nearly 600M exerting an aura that screamed killing intent yet a frightening calmness pervaded his character, easily this could cause fear in the hearts of man. A face of panic overcame the soldier in scene as his gaze shifted to the white robed silhouette, ragged and hoarse breathing was noticeable towards those that stood within his radius. Thoughts of death could not abdicate from the mind and seconds as these feelings came and went, the man in the white raised his left arm following a swing downwards which created an air pressure that scarred the battlefield eventually leading an absolute massacre of the army. Body parts flew across the battlefield as corpses laid amongst each other and a scenery of crimson artistically drew the battlefield in beauty and destruction which was thereafter accompanied by a sudden shower of cries of heaven. It gave birth to something unfathomable, something the average human mind could not comprehend at first glance. Soon after, an aura of death occupied the atmosphere to contribute a solemn mood.

There within the domain of death was the pale soldier on his back gazing towards the weeping clouds with nearly every single bone shattered numbing any pain he ought to feel yet never came. There was nothing to feel because a surmount of death drilled deep in his soul, twas the Grim Reapers scythe now clung onto his neck. He was unwilling, he did not wish to die like this, he still needed to accomplish greatness in this lifetime and that was to awaken as a [CINTH]. A being of extraordinary power that could achieve feats no man could such as the adversary they had just encountered. The man that caused the massacre was what the world called a [CINTH]. A [CINTH] was someone who has surpassed the boundaries of mortal enabling them to achieve superhuman feats. A [CINTHS] abilities lie in:

Mind

Soul

Body

Sense

Spirit

Heart

All these are means to be a [CINTH] as a person can fall into any of these categories which represents where their power comes from and how they can exert their strength.

One would question why even mere mortals would attempt to contend against such otherworldly beings but the answer simply was that they were cannon fodder, ants meant to bite and irritate a lion that was being pursued by a pack of hyenas. They were chess pieces for those who held absolute power and held the scale of life and death with which a single tilt determines their truest destiny. DEATH.

The aftermath reigned and a deathly silence occupied the battlefield and there was the soldier lying on the mudded ground reminiscing over this Illusory power he could only gaze from afar yet never attain, he could only draw out an inward sigh somewhat overshadowed by his envy of being a [CINTH]. He knew death was imminent but no fear of death was detectable on his face and as such engraved the scenery of death he would lay witness one more time, hence what remained was the sound of rain hitting against the earth and corpses that laid over it which resounded in the deathly silence. His eyelids grew heavy and slowly began to close whilst simultaneously breathing grew thin until he finally perished right there with no friend, lover or family. A death worthy of one born in solitude, one who lived in darkness and one who was damned to be forever controlled. The name None was a name that would forever be forgotten in history and not a single soul would learn of an insignificant person. That is what we call the Weak in front of the Strong.

The silhouette in white watched all this occur from above without a single shred of remorse moreover the bleeding continued to persist only to increase in quantity after the launch of his attack. He began to breathe heavily as a book spontaneously occupied his left hand. The book seemed aged having an ancient aura that surrounded its entirety more so from the silhouettes grasp on the book, he was protective of it. He gazed at the book momentarily before diverting attention to the horizon as what wouldve been the sun setting in its glory was a mass of figures numbering to a thousand with an aura of murder directed to him. They were flying right in his direction and finally a grave expression overtook his calm countenance.

”Stop running Sioux ”, shouted a man with golden tied hair, he wore golden and purple garments embroidered with images of the Blue Crane creature exuding the air of nobility. He had fair facial features but his purple irises spoke intellect and no demur. A voice relayed which represented urgency and amount of importance he has placed on the man in white named Sioux.

”Sioux you cannot keep running, no matter how far you run we will always be able to find you, no? ” At the head of the thousand-man army was a woman in a snow-white dress engraved with the wings of a peacock, her voice was but a tune sung from the angles of heaven but in the ears of Sioux was the call of the devil inviting him to hell. She was extremely beautiful exuding a mature charm with her long black braided cascading hair, glimmering white star irises which was enclosed by the blackness of the rest of her oculars, her sharp eyebrows harmonized with her very unique features, her soft red lips were concave in the form of a mischievous smile. Her tan-like silky smooth skin was eye-catching as well even in the mass of thousands of figures.

Sioux kept a gaze on them and remained stationary without a hint of movement being enacted from him but the book began to glow in an azure luminance and finally Sioux uttered slowly,

”Book of E.N.D:

5th Chapter: Nil ”. Nil was an ability able to tap into the past, present or future and enable the user to recall any point in time in his current present but was limited depending on the users power. At this point Sioux used this ability on himself to tap into a point in time within a different timeline in the present and search for a version of himself which hadn sustained injuries. Considering that timelines are infinite the ability Nil was successful and Sioux was able to heal the wounds but he was drained of Nu. Nu was a [CINTHS] energy. Theoretically Sioux shouldve been able to find a version of himself that was at its peak and was full of Nu but was unable to because Sioux was currently suffering from an attack that was specifically created to dampen his abilities to manipulate time at a profound level.

Its name:

”Oblivions Edge ”

The womens eyes brightened and the smile faded replaced with solemness. Her star gaze glowed beautifully reflectance of the stars above earth.

”E.N.D, Sioux you truly were different from us. Even able to harness the power of E.N.D, well thats to be expected considering you have even grasped Beginning and compiled them into something you always were,

An Observer. ”

The words she said towards Sioux were true and in her statement she conveyed her respect and amazement she had for him. In response to Siouxs move, she lifted her index and middle fingers, pointing them to