At eighteen, the final seed of his path was planted.
He stood at the top of a tower at night, looking at the sprawling city below.
People slept, laughed, lied, betrayed, and plotted.
His golden eye shimmered.
His black eye pulsed.
The ancient voice whispered:
"The time comes.
Humanity will learn fear.
And you… will become the Destroyer."
Rayen clenched his fists.
Lightning flickered unnaturally above him, though the sky was clear.
"I will show them the truth," he said.
"I will show them the darkness inside their own hearts.
And when they fall,
I will rise as the one who cleanses the world."
From that night, the Destroyer's path began in earnest.
The world had not yet seen his full power—but soon, it would.