Now that he has breathing room, Kyle begins to wonder about how he survived. He had been pinned, tons of debris fell on top of him, and before all of that, he was unconscious in a burning building. He escaped by jumping from a window a few stories up, and his legs didn't even strain. He finds himself standing in a back alley under the cloudless night sky. The wind was picking up, though the flames were dying, aging into smoke that rose up towards the stars that they could never hope to reach. It was then that he heard a voice.
"Mortal, you have chosen this path. You answered our call."
A figure, heavily obscured, begins to condense in front of Kyle. It drifts in the air like an apparition. There is no face, no body, no limbs. However it still seems to release a familiar aura of humanity.
"You have been freed from your elementary restraints. The very core of your existence now lies beyond the bounds of your fellow kind."
The voice is indescribable. The figure can't actually be speaking, for it has no mouth. Yet Kyle can clearly hear it, though the sound of its "voice" is foreign to his ears.
"The status that you have obtained permits you to control the most fundamental forms of reality that reside within yourself as if they were mere components of your physical body."
Kyle looked down at his arm. He did not feel different. The sense of power that was in him had faded away, though he was keenly aware of the blood flowing in his veins. He could feel the pressure build as every beat of his heart injected a fierce momentum into the blood. He also felt excited, and restless.
"All of this has been done for one purpose. The one who believes that he is outside the bounds of all realms and all law has begun to move yet again. You agreed to stand against him. We have provided what you require. The ordeal that you faced was of his doing. There are already innocents lost to this senseless barbarism. For the sake of those close to you, you cannot remain in this realm. You have been elevated to another plane. The rest will become clear with the advancement of time. Enough has been said, go."
The figure vanished instantly, and Kyle was left alone once more. The words that had been sent to him were not clear, Kyle had made no agreement. He knew nothing of "the one who believes to be above law". But he didn't feel the desire to turn any of it down.
Kyle relaxes his body for a moment and concentrated. He is taken back, and sees himself standing in the cold night. There is a sphere around him, perfectly round and calm. He opens his eyes. Laying to his side is a discarded can. He focuses on it. He does nothing but look at it. The can remains still. Kyle then turns his gaze to the sky. He picks out a star, Sirius, the brightest of them all. The breeze briefly kicks up, bringing with it a sheet of dust and leaves and little branches. They gather around the barren cement like a crowd assembling before a show. The sky above is perfectly clear. Kyle's eyes are locked in place, tracking the still star as it looks back. The can shoots off. There is not a sound, and hardly a sight as it ascends at great speed. This is all the confirmation he needs.
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