The Abyss Of Power

Weeks passed, and Kaito grew accustomed to his god-like abilities. His name spread across the world, though now only in hushed whispers. Rulers bent the knee before him, temples were built in his honor, and entire kingdoms feared his mere presence. There was no rebellion, no resistance. Why would there be? Kaito had become untouchable.

Yet, with every display of power, that hollow feeling deepened.

One day, a group of villagers from a distant land dared to approach the Tower of Eternity, bringing offerings to appease the god who had claimed dominion over the world. Among them was a young boy, no older than ten, who had heard stories of the “great Kaito” and admired him for his strength.

The boy’s innocent eyes, full of awe and admiration, stirred something within Kaito. As the boy knelt before him, offering a simple flower, he said, “I want to be strong like you.”

Kaito stared at the boy for a long moment, and in that instant, a memory from his past resurfaced—a time when he, too, had been young and filled with dreams of greatness. He saw himself in the boy, back when he had believed that power could solve everything. But now, standing as the most powerful being in existence, Kaito knew that strength alone wasn’t enough.

“You don’t want to be like me,” Kaito said, his voice colder than he intended. The boy’s smile faltered, but he remained kneeling.

The villagers trembled in fear, but Kaito turned away, leaving them behind without a second glance. Even in his power, he could not bring himself to explain the curse that came with being at the top.