[Scene: The Plaza of Identity – Free Abyss]
The six candidates stand in a semi-circle: Jair smirking knowingly, Eugene stretching his reality threads, Banjo spinning his Rule-Bender deck, Androsha gazing solemnly, Eve Maid quiet but attentive, and Klexis…watching with concern.
Jason stands in the middle—still shaking from what he's become. His fists are clenched. The alley still echoes in his heart. But now…
He breathes.
And whispers the invocation they all once spoke.
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🔥 Jason (low but clear):
"Liberated mind...
Unshackled soul...
Unbound spirit...
Let my Affinity manifest..."
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[BOOM.]
Reality hiccups. The ground fractures—not physically, but philosophically. Time stutters. Light ripples sideways.
His body trembles, but not from fear—from containment.
His eyes ignite—not just with rage, but with a furnace made from every time he was overlooked, spat on, misunderstood.
His aura isn't smooth like Henry's lightning.
It isn't raw like Jack's crucible.
It burns crooked, red-black, vibrating with raw conviction—a chaotic fire of self-worth finally unlocked.
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⚙️ Jair (smiling wide):
"...Hah. There it is.
Welcome to freedom, Jason."
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💭 Jason (internal monologue, voice trembling):
"This isn't just power.
This is what it feels like when your soul stops apologizing."
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He lifts his hand. A flame bursts upward—crackling, screaming.
But it's not ordinary fire.
🔥 Mindfire — born from relentless internal arguments.
🔥 Soul scorch — laced with rejection and bittersweet protection.
🔥 Spirit blazes — not from revenge, but resolve.
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💥 Banjo (impressed):
"Woah... that ain't just an Affinity... that's a manifesto."
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🕯️ Eve Maid (quietly):
"He still remembers her.
Yyvone."
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🛠️ Klexis (stepping forward, arms crossed):
"You've got something dangerous, Jason...
But don't forget: flames burn the one who holds them too."
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🔥 Jason (looking up, eyes glowing):
"I know.
But for once in my life...
I'd rather burn…
Than fade away unseen."
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🌪️ Eugene (raising an eyebrow):
"That's poetic and terrifying.
You're gonna fit right in."
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As the others nod and turn, preparing for their next task, Jason doesn't smile. He just stares at his flame...
watching it flicker…
And for a brief second…
he hears Yyvone's voice echo through the flame:
> "Even if you change, even if you fall—I still saw you. That moment wasn't fake."
Jason clenches his fist.
And the flame settles... not into control—but into choice.
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✴️ NAME OF HIS AFFINITY:
"Blaze of Relevance"
> A flame that burns louder the more ignored, rejected, or betrayed he feels.
The more he accepts who he is, the less unstable the flame becomes.
It eats fake validation and burns societal masks.
🔥 Scene: The Arena of Reconciliation – A floating field of broken philosophies and cracked convictions in the Free Abyss.
The ground is made of fragmented ideals, shifting beneath every step. The air hums with distorted truths and bent laws of logic. Above it all floats Vun, fully transformed—his maroon aura swirling like a halo of sorrow and seduction.
Vun (arms crossed, voice like velvet and venom):
"Jason… welcome to the next level.
You claim liberation?
Then prove it.
Let's see if your soul's new fire… can withstand our Shattered Arts."
The others step forward, forming a loose formation around Jason.
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🔨 Klexis, his dual hammers humming with impact affinity, steps forward but doesn't attack yet.
Klexis (twirling his hammers):
"I'll wait. I want to see if the new wolf can handle a real bite before I sink mine in."
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🌫️ Androsha (arms folded):
"Remember, Jason… freedom has consequences."
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🩸 Eve Maid, calm but unreadable, whispers from the back:
"I wonder if your fire can keep you warm… when no one comes to pull you back."
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💥 Jair steps forward first, his aura warping with red and black lines—each one shifting in rhythm with discomfort.
His Pain Clarity ignites.
Jair (grinning):
"Let's see how strong you are when you're uncomfortable. Let's see if you'll still burn... when your body starts to listen to the pain."
He lunges, fist laced in jagged crimson energy. Each strike forces Jason's nervous system to feel exaggerated signals—soreness turns into agony, pressure becomes crushing.
Jason grits his teeth, his arms shaking—but he doesn't retreat.
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⚡ Eugene follows, running sideways through time, zipping around Jason with afterimages. His Reality Sprint fractures perceptions, making it seem like Jason's outnumbered by illusions of Eugene.
Eugene (mocking):
"Catch me if you can, rage boy! You ain't the only one who turned pain into a hobby."
He zips forward, delivering a flicker-punch—a speed-based jab that disrupts Jason's focus.
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Jason stumbles back, eyes flickering as his flames destabilize.
He falls to one knee, clutching his chest.
Jason (through clenched teeth):
"Stop trying to undo me.
I've already been undone… and I stitched myself back with fire."
He slams the ground—and his Blaze of Relevance erupts.
The air explodes outward, knocking back Jair and temporarily slowing Eugene's distortions.
His flame grows more refined, more self-aware.
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Then… the rules twist.
♠️ Banjo steps in, his Affinity spinning like a roulette.
Banjo (holding a glowing Avian tarot card):
"Rule Bender says… for the next 60 seconds, Jason can't use instinct.
Only memory. Good luck."
Suddenly, Jason feels like he's forgotten how to react.
He's forced to recall fights instead of feeling them in real time.
He dodges late. His parries are clumsy.
Jair and Eugene press the attack again.
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Jason, bleeding slightly, whispers:
> "Memory?
Then fine…
Let me remember the first time I wanted to fight back."
He tightens his fists—and his aura pulses.
A deep red surge, accented with gold.
Soulfire.
Not burning for power. Burning for purpose.
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He remembers the alley.
Ivan's betrayal.
Yyvone's voice.
The punch that ended everything... and started this.
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Jason roars.
A new flame form bursts forth—a cloak of fire that burns words, eats manipulation, and rejects altered rules.
He breaks Banjo's influence.
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🔥 Jason (standing tall, eyes glowing):
"You all had your powers handed to you through abandonment, escape, rebellion…
I earned mine… through heartbreak."
He vanishes in flame.
BLAM!! Jair is smashed in the ribs—sent flying.
ZOOOM!! Eugene's path gets intercepted mid-speed-dash and he crashes into a wall of truth-fire that reveals all his running is just him trying to avoid himself.
BOOM. Banjo tries to bend another rule, but Jason burns the card mid-cast. The fire whispers:
> "No more tricks."
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Klexis, now serious, steps forward.
The earth hums as his dual hammers begin to glow.
Klexis (sighing):
"So… you're not just emotion anymore. You're will."
He slams both hammers down—and the ground erupts in impact fields.
Jason braces. This battle's far from over.
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From above, Vun watches...smiling faintly.
Vun (to himself):
> "Perfect. Now, Jason…
Let's see if your flame… can light up even the dark we were born from."
Scene: Spiral Expanse, Free Abyss — After the First Round
The air is heavy with aftermath. Craters from earlier blows still hiss with warped energy. A silence falls. Even the ground, alive and pulsing with broken philosophies, dares not shift.
Jason pants. His cloak of fire flickers. His knuckles bleed, but he won't kneel.
Across from him stands Klexis—his silhouette framed in cosmic impact ripples.
Those hammers? Still glowing. Still hungry.
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☄️ Klexis (tilting his head):
"You're impressive, rage boy. You're fighting with your soul… but I didn't leave mine behind either."
He lifts his hammers high.
The air folds. Not just around him—but across dimensions.
Even time shivers.
BOOM.
The hammers collide.
An Impact Nova is born.
A starburst of raw intent and brute truth, aimed with no mercy.
Jason is blown across realities.
He hits a wall of forgotten dreams, bounces into a memory shard of his mother, falls through the regret of the alley.
He lands, shaking, scorched, his mind beginning to fog.
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🧠 Jason's thoughts:
> "This guy…
It's not just power.
It's purpose.
I'm not the only one who wanted to fight back."
For a moment—Jason sees Klexis differently.
Not as a villain.
But as a reflection.
A brother who also stood in the face of injustice… and chose to punch harder, not kneel.
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🔥 Jason (struggling to stand, face bruised):
"You're not my enemy, Klexis…
But I will fight you.
Because if I give up now… I'm just one more 'what-if'."
He raises his fists. Blood dripping. Spirit burning.
"You hit me with will?
Then I'll answer with mine."
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His flame reignites.
But this time—it's more than rage.
It's purpose-bound fire.
Fueled by:
The bullies who never said sorry.
The friend who betrayed him.
The girl who believed in him when he didn't believe in himself.
His mind flashes back to Yyvone…
Her words.
The protection.
The refusal to give up on him.
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🔥 Jason (eyes glowing):
"Your Impact Nova…
Is strong because you wanted to prove yourself to Airious.
But my fire...
Was lit in a place where nobody believed I was worth saving."
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He charges.
Fists cloaked in a new form: "Conviction Burn"
It's fire that doesn't just burn flesh.
It burns doubt.
Jason strikes, each punch redirecting shockwaves back at Klexis.
Not deflecting… but counter-willing.
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💥 Klexis (grunting, blocking with both hammers):
"Heh… you're finally showing your real flame.
Fine, let's go deeper."
He spins, bringing both hammers down like judgment.
Jason ducks, rolls, and launches himself into the air, turning mid-spin.
With both fists, he slams down with a move of his own.
🌋 Jason:
"No More Silence!"
The Conviction Burn clashes with the Hammers.
BOOOOOM.
A spiritual shockwave tears through the Spiral Expanse.
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Eve and Androsha shield their eyes.
Banjo, off to the side, laughs. "Two broken kids punching each other with poetry. Classic."
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In the silence that follows…
Jason and Klexis stand, both panting.
Their fists still burning.
Neither one falls.
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🩸 Klexis (smiling faintly):
"…Guess you're not just a kid lost in fire."
🔥 Jason:
"And you're not just a hammerhead with daddy issues."
They both chuckle—wounded, but not done.
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Above them, Vun watches.
And smiles.
Not out of cruelty.
But out of interest.
Because this isn't about power anymore.
It's about who still believes their pain has purpose.
Scene: Spiral Expanse – Fogborn Ring
The battlefield shifts.
Androsha releases a wave of Sentient Fog, a smothering mist laced with soulbound memory. Jason's vision blurs—colors bleed into whispers, and whispers into shapes.
Eve Maid floats through the haze, her calm eyes holding sorrow and serenity.
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🧪 Eve Maid (gently, almost apologetically):
"Let go, Jason. It's not surrender… it's release.
The pain you carry… it doesn't have to sharpen you.
It can rest now. Let me help you... sleep."
She presses her fingers together.
A bloom of tranquil energy spirals out, soft blue—sedation threads drift like feathers.
Jason twitches.
But his body blurs—and in a sudden blink, he's behind her.
⚡ Jason (surprised at himself):
"...I—I moved. I moved faster than I thought I could."
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Vun's voice echoes from the shadows, watching:
> "The Free Abyss doesn't ask you to grow.
It tells you that you already are—if you believe it enough."
Jason smirks. Just a little.
But then—everything turns dark.
Androsha has stepped in.
Her fog grows thicker, deeper, colder.
Jason stumbles—eyes wide.
Shapes start to crawl out of the fog.
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🌫️ Androsha (voice echoing from nowhere):
"You think conviction makes you invincible?
Conviction is heavy, Jason.
Let me show you how heavy it truly is..."
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💀 The fog solidifies into monsters of memory:
A hulking figure with his father's face, screaming "You're just a freak."
A mirror Jason, drenched in blood, holding the rock from the alley.
A ghoul-version of Ivan, whispering, "You were always alone."
They circle him.
Jason clenches his fists—but his knees tremble.
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🧠 Mirror Jason (mocking):
"You talk big now… but when it counted, you enjoyed it.
That fear in their eyes? You liked it."
💀 Ghoul Ivan:
"Even I only stayed because it was fun watching you snap.
They didn't abandon you… you abandoned who you were."
Jason grits his teeth. His flames flicker.
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🧯 Eve (softly from outside the fog):
"You don't have to fight them. You can let them rest... you can rest."
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Jason closes his eyes.
Breathing hard.
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🔥 Jason (quietly):
"I don't want rest...
I want truth.
Even if it hurts."
He opens his eyes—fire blazes through the fog.
His Conviction Burn ignites, not just in flame—but in clarity.
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🔥 Jason (roaring):
"I may be broken!
I may be flawed!
But every scar I have is mine!
I will not let fear define me!"
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The mirror self screams—cracking apart.
The father-shaped demon bursts in a column of flame.
Jason walks forward—one flame-coated punch at a time—until he's face to face with Ghoul Ivan.
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💥 Jason (calm, steady):
"You lied to me.
And I believed you.
But I don't anymore."
He punches.
The fog shatters.
And the arena returns to clarity.
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🌬️ Androsha (eyes wide):
"He fought through it... without letting go of himself..."
🧪 Eve (softly, to herself):
"...Then maybe... he's the one who'll wake Ian."
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Jason drops to one knee, exhausted.
His aura still glows—crimson and gold.
Vun watches… smiling.
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🩸 Vun:
"Not bad… you may actually survive this place.
Or worse… change it."
THE FREE ABYSS: ETHEREAL ARENA OF BROKEN RULES]
Banjo stands confidently in the shifting arena, his deck of metaphysical cards glowing with rule-bending energy. Jason stands firm, soul flames flickering around his fists.
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Banjo (grinning):
"Well, well, I knew you'd hit hard, rage boy... but you forgot whose playground this is. You punch me, you punch yourself... Causality Flip – Queen of Spades!"
He slams a card into the ground. A flash. Jason's strike rebounds and hits his own chest, knocking him back.
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Jason (growling, wiping blood off his chin):
"You think just because you can bend reality... you've won? Nah. I bend me. And that's all I need."
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Banjo (chuckling):
"Oh, spicy. But the laws here are mine to shuffle. Wanna try again? Maybe a Double Backfire Combo this time?"
He spins two cards in the air. One glows red, the other blue. Jason charges again, only for the flames to curve back.
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Jason braces as the spirit flames crash into him. But instead of pain…
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Jason (breathing heavily, his eyes blazing):
"Wait… it's still my fire… you didn't change its soul… just the path."
He clenches his fists and absorbs the rebounding flames into his aura. His body ignites in silver and crimson. Banjo flinches.
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Banjo (staggering slightly):
"No… no, that's not supposed to happen—you're feeding off my flip?! That ain't in the script!"
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Jason (stepping forward, soul flames roaring):
"That's the problem, Banjo... you think power's about flipping rules... but I live through the consequences."
Jason reaches inside his own chest—pulling a pulse of soul energy—and hurls it at Banjo. The energy doesn't target his body, but his soulprint. Banjo doubles over, clutching his chest.
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Banjo (gasping, eyes wide):
"Y-you… you went under the rule…"
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Jason (gritting his teeth):
"I didn't break it. I became the exception."
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Flames dance between the two, and Banjo's cards drop to the floor, sizzling as their rules dissolve in the fire of conviction. Jason's body is trembling, but his stance is unbroken.
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Banjo (kneeling, defeated but smiling faintly):
"You're more Free Abyss than you know, kid…"
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Jason (walking away):
"Maybe. But I'll still burn through your lies before they burn me."
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Scene fades with Banjo staring at his smoldering deck… and Jason, the boy who once begged for peace, now walking through fire, still soul-alive. 🔥