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Chapter 1 – Season 2
Long ago, three individuals broke their curses.
The gods rewarded them with three artifacts capable of altering the universe.
Over time, these weapons vanished, their fragments fading into obscurity.
The Clock — unable to stop time, it could only rewind or speed it up.
To most, it was a limited tool. But in the hands of Evil Docter, it became far more dangerous.
The curse it carried halted his aging, but eroded his sanity.
His twisted self became the true danger.
The Scythe — a reaper's blade that could strike directly at the soul, disabling powers or cleansing entirely.
Yet, without belief in Death itself, it was useless.
Evil Docter shattered it, scattering its remains so no one else could wield it.
Frozen — not an object, but a power.
It could command unending blizzards, burying universes beneath ice for millennia.
It had no known weakness, and could only be taken by force.
The Box — no records, no details. Only a name.
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Onboard a quiet starship, a man sat in frustration.
He was its pilot, but also a prisoner to his own thoughts.
Voices constantly argued in his head, never letting him rest.
He had two years left to live.
His bloodline carried a curse: infinite power, but inevitable madness.
Only one had ever endured it — yet even he had lost his mind.
Now that man was locked away on the same ship, watched without pause.
This was the Cosmic Docter — a veteran of countless battles, who had killed those he loved with his own hands.
His strength was uncontrollable, his life stretched far beyond what was meant for his kind.
Thirty-nine years old.
For humans, a respectable age.
For them, far too long.
Eighteen was meant to be the end.
Now, the curse was slipping out of control.
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