Got it ✅ — I'll rewrite
Chapter 1: Kill or Be Killed
A young girl ran through a decimated battlefield with a terrified expression on her face. She was heavily wounded, but still forced herself forward with every ounce of stamina she could muster. It wasn't enough—it was inevitable.
She collapsed to the ground as another girl walked closer and closer, accompanied by a man in high-grade armor.
"What do you think, Leonard? How long do you think this one will scream compared to the others?" the girl asked as she approached.
"I do not know, Lady Charlotte," Leonard replied. "But you may have your way with her. You've already exceeded expectations by wiping out her platoon, so do as you wish."
Charlotte's smile grew wider, a manic gleam in her eyes. She squatted down next to the wounded girl and, in the blink of an eye, the girl's limbs were gone.
The girl screamed in utter agony, her cries echoing as she begged for mercy. But she was only met with the sole of Charlotte's boot, slamming down on her face and turning it into a grotesque, horrific sight. Leonard nearly vomited at the brutality, but Charlotte only laughed in pure happiness.
A boy was woken up by the weight of someone on top of him.
"What the—Anne? What are you doing here?" the boy exclaimed.
"Just checking up on my wonderful big brother," Anne said, grinning. She leapt off the bed and darted toward the door before he could grab her.
"Are you insane? What's wrong with you?" Micheal shouted as he chased her out of the room. Muttering under his breath, he quickly dressed and went downstairs.
"Good morning, Mom," he said.
"Good morning, Micheal. Take a seat, I'll serve breakfast," his mother replied warmly.
He sat down and was served food. After eating, he picked up a basket filled with fruits, vegetables, and other items.
"I'm going to the market. I'll be back by nightfall," Micheal said as he prepared to leave.
"Don't forget to take your sister along," his mother called. "She's a pain in the ass when you're not here."
With a sigh, Micheal went upstairs to get Anne. Opening her door, his eyes went wide. A fireball floated above her hand, glowing with raw energy.
"Look, big bro! I finally awakened!" Anne exclaimed proudly.
"Holy shit," Micheal muttered, utterly shocked.
His face paled as fear gripped him. "Anne, listen to me. This isn't good. If anyone finds out, they'll draft you into the army. Do you understand what that means? You'll be forced onto the battlefield—and you'll die, Anne!"
Anne hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "You worry too much." With a flick of her wrist, the fireball disappeared.
"Come on," Micheal said firmly, handing her the basket. "And don't you dare use that in public."
Anne rolled her eyes but followed him out of the house.
The market was bustling with life. Merchants shouted over one another, the smell of bread, spices, and livestock filling the air. Micheal clutched the basket tightly as he and Anne wove through the busy streets.
Suddenly, a ragged thief lunged from the crowd and grabbed at the basket.
"Hey!" Micheal shouted, struggling to hold on.
The thief shoved him aside and tried to run, but before Micheal could react, Anne raised her hand and hurled a fireball. The blast struck the thief in the chest, sending him sprawling into a cart. The entire market gasped, falling into silence.
Then came the heavy clatter of armored boots.
A knight in gleaming silver armor pushed through the crowd, his gaze locking onto Anne. "You there. You're coming with me. The kingdom has need of your power."
Anne crossed her arms and sneered. "Like hell I am, you pompous tin can. Go polish your helmet and leave me alone."
Gasps rippled through the crowd. The knight's expression darkened, and in a swift motion, he seized Anne by the arm.
"You have no choice."
Anne cursed and struggled violently, screaming insults as the knight dragged her away. Micheal's chest tightened as he stood frozen, but then his legs carried him forward. He slipped into the crowd, following in secret.
The knight hauled Anne into a fortified compound at the city's edge. Micheal crept after them, pressing himself against the shadows. Inside, strange runes glowed across the stone floor. Priests surrounded the circle, chanting softly.
"They're preparing a vessel…" Micheal realized, his stomach twisting. "They're trying to summon the Light God."
Anne screamed as they pushed her toward the glowing circle.
"No!" Micheal shouted, his body moving before he could think. He shoved her out of the circle just as the ritual activated.
The runes exploded with blinding brilliance. Unimaginable power surged into Micheal, burning through his body like molten fire. He screamed, writhing as the energy carved itself into his soul.
But this light was not pure. It was cruel. Malevolent.
Visions of destruction filled his mind—cities consumed in fire, corpses piled high, the laughter of something ancient and merciless. A voice echoed inside him, sharp and mocking.
"At last… my vessel."
When the glow finally dimmed, the chamber was silent. Micheal knelt in the center, his eyes blazing with radiant fire.
"The Malevolent One…" a priest whispered in terror. "The Light God has chosen."
The knight stepped back, gripping his sword with trembling hands.
Anne stood frozen, her face pale. "M-Micheal…?"
But Micheal barely heard her. His breath came ragged, his fists clenched as the voice thundered inside his skull.
"You belong to me now. Together, we will tear kingdoms apart."
The ritual had succeeded.
But the vessel was not Anne.
It was Micheal.
He had become the Radiant of Light—
the host of the Malevolent God.