Legends often spoke of warriors blessed with divine gifts, but there were those who defied destiny and carved their own legends. Among them were Kamau, Josh, and Acro—three names whispered across cities, feared by the wicked, respected by the strong.
Each of them was unique, not because of bloodline or prophecy, but because of the sheer force of their will.
Kamau was the type of person who could talk his way out of death itself. He had once fooled a warlord into surrendering his entire army with nothing but a well-placed lie. He had tricked merchants into handing over fortunes, deceived executioners into untying his ropes, and, if the stories were to be believed, even lied to the devil himself and walked away unscathed.
His power? Phantom Deception. Words from his lips could twist reality itself, making illusions seem real, disguising his presence, or even making people question their own memories. The stronger his opponent's mind, the harder it was to manipulate them—but Kamau never relied on power alone. His greatest weapon was his wit.
Josh was a man of few words, and those who underestimated him never had the chance to regret it. A master of patience, he could remain unseen in the middle of a battlefield, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His calm, unreadable presence made people uneasy—his silence carried more weight than a thousand words.
His power? Void Flow. He could erase his presence entirely, moving like a ghost through space. Sounds wouldn't betray him, attacks would phase through him for a split second, and even the keenest senses struggled to track him. But he didn't need flashy displays—his movements alone spoke of mastery
Acro saw the world like a game of chess, and he never played a move without seeing a hundred steps ahead. He didn't just predict opponents—he controlled them, weaving their choices into his strategy until they unknowingly danced to his tune. His plans were so precise that people often wondered if he could see the future.
His power? Foresight. By analyzing movement, speech, and behavior, Acro could anticipate actions before they happened. To him, battle wasn't a contest of strength—it was a foregone conclusion. His ability let him predict enemy attacks, counter them before they started, and set traps so perfectly timed they felt like fate itself.
For years, Kamau, Josh, and Acro had moved in the shadows, playing their own games, testing their skills against the strongest foes. But something had changed—rumors had begun to spread, whispers of powers awakening, of hidden legacies, of a storm that would shake the very fabric of the world.
And at the heart of it, two names had started to appear.
Raiga. Zapero.
Kamau smirked as he leaned against a wall, watching the newcomers from a distance.
Josh stood silently beside him, his sharp eyes never blinking.
Acro simply smiled. "Let's see if they're worth our time."
The three figures vanished into the crowd, their meeting with destiny set in motion.