Cycle of Evolution: Divergent

reluctant movement, X-2

to instinctively shield his eyes with his hands. It was then that he re

white clothing encircling him. Their mouths were stretched unnaturally on each

lad in white, but rather a blue gown. Her face bore signs of strain and exhaustion, as if she might lose conscious

t a sense of comfort

d eager yet reluctant to take him from her hands. This being, like the

rent of questions flooded his mind: "How

I reme

, and his previous encounters be

member... I sh

nto a whirlwind of scenes as his memories

e realized those weren't mere

r events. The odd sense of security, the fragments of familiarit

ed to survive his awakening, now held its significance. This phrase was

with inscrutable motives. X-204 and his counterparts were created to execute a process known

ents, driven solely by a quest for strength and mutual animosity, they grew-one as the protagonist, the other as the antagonist. Their stories inevita

ate until the assigned planet was deemed ready for another evolution. Then, with memories er

od by his side at the Dispatch Center-Y-204-and their as

smiled despite their dire circumstances. X-204 felt a wave of pity

t he was, his presence brought misfortune to those who cherished him. His past

ilent attempt to touch his mother's chin

ory snippet emerged, causing him to pa

r memo

his last t

his infancy to childhood, youth to mat

s white hair cascading around his face, appeared f

of a fist evident. Yet, his injuries extended beyond

ded vitality and hope, they now seem

s left hand, he kept his unwavering

sness appeared inconsequential as he ignor

lete attention of the white-haired man, his hear

en dreamt of encountering, yet here she stood, not onl

man was so entranced by her that

on that radiated both strength and softness. Her ice-blue eyes held an e

idence. A katana, stained and dripping blood, reste

eld unspoken words, a reluctance to break

Aurora's eyes, shattering he

ttempted to wipe away her tears, his hand ha

Aurora comprehended the situation and offered a brief smil

her fingers, reaching for his face wit

ling her hand, finding

only imagined before no

y reverberated t

ove

rmth replacing the coldness in he

u too," he

lessly, they closed the gap between

e to stand still, basking in their e

yed a shared dissatisfaction, understanding

lacing people and objects alike, while

disarray. Smoke billowed, flames danced, the earth quaked, and the air

unfolding pandemonium, their faces etched with uncertainty. Though they had foreseen

e-aged man, slightly portly and clad in camouflage, dashed toward them, signaling the

sipating form and then met Aurora's eyes. Amidst the bedlam, her tear-laden gaze spoke volumes, even if her words were lost

..no.

that separated him from his beloved. As his presence waned, he captured a final glimpse of the conflagration

the white-haired man grappled with his powerlessness. His existence dwindled,

owed freely. His mind was a whirlwind

a deep slumber, as his mother watched over him, her eyes

s commented softly as she, the doctor, and th

, a touch of amusement in his voice, as they celebra