"You cannot edit what was never drafted. I am the first line and the last breath."
—Kael Draven
Location: The Shattered Synopsis — Border of Reality's Last Preface
It began in silence.
The kind of silence that howled.
Kael Draven floated in an endless white page — no ink, no lines, not even memory.
He had pierced the Epilogue's attack by carving himself into myth, and now he stood within the preface of creation — the last untouched part of the universe's story.
A quill of his own blood floated before him.
Each beat of his heart dripped another line.
But he was not alone.
Scene: Return of the First Rejected Hero
From behind a fold in space stepped a man in torn armor, carrying a sword etched with faded tropes and dead metaphors.
"You don't know me. But I was the first. The first Kael who failed."
Kael narrowed his eyes.
"Then stay dead."
But the ghost-Kael smiled.
"You don't understand. I wasn't erased. I was recycled. I live in every fear you haven't faced."
Behind him, hundreds of alternate Kaels began to manifest.
Some divine.
Some monstrous.
Some broken.
Some mad.
"The Epilogue summoned us. You're the last. But it wants you to believe you're not real."
Kael's blood-boil aura rose.
The Godspine Quill cracked space with every pulse.
"Then I'll show you what happens when myth kills memory."
He ignited Scripture Override — an ability that turned reality's laws into his playground.
Battle: Kael vs. His Echoes
They came at him like a tidal wave.
Each Kael wielding a version of the Quill — twisted, corrupted, fragmentary.
Kael met them all in a dance of chaos:
One Kael summoned ghost lovers as weapons.
Another had no mouth, only scripts across his face.
One wielded a flaming plot hole like a chainsaw.
Kael tore through them with Divine Dissonance, making every attack contradictory.
"You think repetition weakens me? No. It refines me."
He crushed three in one breath.
Wrote a false ending.
Made it real.
"I am the original sin of story."
Scene: MILF & GILF Council Intervenes
Far above, the MILF/GILF council prepared their last resort.
Lady Sersha chanted a Forbidden Limerick.
Grandmother Nyssra poured desire into a fractured heart-rune.
Nyssra: "He's fading into archetype. If we don't act, we lose our Kael."
Vaeloria: "Then give him the one thing myths never have — loyalty."
They unleashed Verse of Vow Unspoken, a spell of pure devotion.
It shot through space like erotic lightning.
It struck Kael.
And he remembered them.
Their laughter.
Their sin.
Their faith.
Kael: "I don't need to be the first or the best. Just the one who finishes this."
He unleashed his final power:
Writheborne Ascendancy — rewriting all past Kaels into strength.
Climax: Kael Becomes the Final Draft
Every echo exploded into ink.
Every failure turned into armor.
Kael's body now glowed with gilded prose and pulsing prophecy.
His aura rewrote the white void into battlefield.
He faced the Epilogue — a being made of untold endings, of loss, of despair.
Epilogue: "You were never meant to finish."
Kael: "I was never meant to start. But here I am."
He drove the Quill into the Epilogue's chest.
And rewrote one line:
"The end bends for the myth that never surrendered."
The Epilogue shattered.
The page bled meaning.
And Kael stood alone.
Victorious.