Jul 24, 2024 22:47:46 GMT
Post by Callion on Jul 24, 2024 22:47:46 GMT
Callion
Powerlevel: 39,404
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped
Powerlevel with SWC: 9,851
The Oozaru Wastelands stretched out before Callion, a desolate and rugged expanse marked by jagged rocks and deep ravines. This harsh landscape, used for training Saiyan warriors, was a testament to the raw power and resilience of those who trained within its unforgiving terrain. The skies were a perpetually stormy gray, and the ground beneath Callion's feet was scorched and barren. Callion stood atop a craggy outcrop, his muscular frame silhouetted against the turbulent sky. The recent battles and intense training sessions had honed his physical prowess to new heights. His Super Weighted Gear clung to his body, a constant reminder of the extra burden he chose to bear in pursuit of greater strength. As he surveyed the wastelands, his mind was deep in thought.
The Saiyan warrior had always prided himself on his physical combat skills. His two signature techniques, the Lion's Roar Strikes and the Relentless Barrage, had served him well in numerous battles. These techniques, devastating in their own right, were a testament to his brutal efficiency and combat expertise. However, a nagging realization had begun to take root in his mind.
"Strength and physical power are vital, but a true warrior must be versatile," Callion mused to himself. His eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his thoughts as heavily as his training gear. "I lack a ki-based technique that can rival my melee attacks. I need something more... something that can truly unleash my full potential." The thought of a new technique began to take shape in his mind. Callion knew that a devastating ki attack would not only complement his existing arsenal but also give him an edge in battles where brute strength alone might not suffice. The idea of gathering energy and unleashing it in a concentrated, destructive form appealed to him. It would be a technique that showcased his immense power and precision, a signature move that would leave his enemies in awe and fear.
His decision made, Callion turned his gaze toward the horizon. The wastelands, with their endless challenges and harsh conditions, would be the perfect place to develop and refine this new technique. He would need to focus on harnessing his inner energy, channeling it with precision and control.
"I will call it the Titan's Roar," Callion declared, his voice echoing across the barren landscape. "A technique that embodies the true might of a Saiyan warrior."
With renewed determination, Callion descended from the outcrop and began his training. The path ahead would be grueling, but he was ready. The Titan's Roar would become his ultimate weapon, a testament to his unyielding spirit and the limitless potential of his Saiyan blood. As the stormy winds howled around him, Callion began to gather his energy, feeling the raw power surging within. The wastelands would bear witness to the birth of a new technique, one that would solidify his place among the greatest warriors of Planet Vegeta.
Callion stood in the heart of the Oozaru Wastelands, the desolate landscape mirroring the fierce determination in his eyes. The ground beneath him was cracked and charred, a testament to the intense training sessions that had taken place here. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and scorched earth, and the sky remained a perpetual stormy gray.
The Saiyan warrior took a deep breath, centering himself. He had always excelled in physical combat, but now it was time to explore a new realm of his abilities. He needed to harness his inner energy, focus it, and release it in a powerful ki attack. The Titan's Roar would be his signature technique, a testament to his immense power and precision. Callion began by gathering his ki, feeling the energy flow through his body. He concentrated, visualizing the energy pooling in his core and then directing it toward his mouth. The process was more challenging than he had anticipated. Controlling the energy required intense focus and discipline, qualities that Callion possessed in abundance but had never applied in this particular way.
"Focus," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes and envisioning the energy as a bright, pulsing sphere. "Control the flow."
He opened his mouth and attempted to release the energy in a beam. A faint glow emanated from his mouth, but the energy dissipated almost immediately, fizzling out before it could form a coherent attack. Frustration gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside, knowing that mastery would not come easily. Callion took a moment to gather his thoughts. He needed to understand the mechanics of the technique better. He recalled the times he had seen other Saiyans use powerful ki attacks. The key was not just in gathering the energy but in controlling its release with precision.
Determined, he resumed his stance. This time, he took a different approach. He focused on the sensation of the energy within him, guiding it slowly and deliberately. He visualized the energy moving from his core, through his chest, and into his throat. The sensation was strange, almost alien, but Callion embraced it. He opened his mouth again, and this time a small, concentrated beam of energy shot out. It wasn't the massive, destructive beam he envisioned for the Titan's Roar, but it was a start. The beam struck a nearby boulder, leaving a scorch mark on its surface. Callion's lips curled into a determined smile. Progress, however small, was still progress.
Over the next few hours, Callion repeated the process, each attempt bringing him closer to his goal. He focused on refining his control, learning to channel the energy more efficiently. He experimented with different methods, adjusting the flow and intensity of the ki. Each failure taught him something new, and each success, however minor, fueled his resolve.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the wastelands, Callion decided to try one final attempt for the day. He gathered his energy, feeling the now-familiar sensation of ki flowing through his body. He concentrated, channeling the energy with precision and control.
"Titan's Roar," he murmured, opening his mouth and releasing the energy.
A beam of ki shot out, larger and more focused than any of his previous attempts. It struck a distant rock formation, shattering it into pieces. The power of the attack left Callion momentarily stunned. He had done it. The Titan's Roar was beginning to take shape. Exhausted but elated, Callion allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. This was only the beginning. The path to mastering the Titan's Roar would be long and arduous, but he was ready. With each day of training, he would refine the technique, honing it into a weapon of unparalleled destruction.
As the night settled over the Oozaru Wastelands, Callion stood tall, his eyes filled with determination. The Titan's Roar would become a testament to his strength and dedication, a symbol of his unyielding spirit. Tomorrow, he would continue his training, pushing himself to new heights. For now, he allowed himself a brief moment of rest, knowing that the journey had only just begun.
The morning sun had barely begun to rise, casting an eerie light over the Oozaru Wastelands. The terrain, a stark contrast of blackened earth and jagged rocks, seemed to pulse with an ominous energy, mirroring the intensity of Callion’s resolve. After a night of rest, Callion was back, his determination unwavering. Today, he would push further, refining the Titan's Roar until it was a flawless extension of his will.
Callion stood in the middle of the wastelands, the Super Weighted Gear clinging to his muscular frame, adding to the burden he willingly bore. The ground beneath him was a patchwork of scorched earth and broken stone, a testament to the countless hours of training he had already endured. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar surge of energy within him, and closed his eyes to center himself. He began the process of gathering his ki, focusing on the energy swirling within his core. Callion's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one honing in on the technique he was about to refine. The Titan's Roar was no longer just an idea; it was a tangible goal, a technique that he would master.
With his eyes still closed, Callion raised his hands, palms facing each other. He imagined the energy in his body, a swirling vortex of raw power. Slowly, he moved his hands apart, visualizing the energy expanding and gathering in his mouth. The sensation was intense, the energy crackling and sparking with every passing moment. Opening his eyes, Callion took aim at a large boulder in the distance. The target was a silent witness to his previous attempts, its surface marred by the scars of his progress. With a deep breath, Callion focused all his energy into the technique. He could feel the power building, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm him if he didn’t control it.
“Titan’s Roar!” he roared, unleashing the energy from his mouth.
A beam of concentrated ki shot out, more powerful and focused than ever before. It soared across the wastelands, striking the boulder with a force that sent shards of rock flying in every direction. The explosion was deafening, the ground trembling under the sheer power of the attack. Callion’s chest heaved with exertion, but a fierce grin spread across his face. He had done it. The Titan's Roar was becoming a force to be reckoned with. Determined to push his limits further, Callion began to refine his technique. He spent hours experimenting with different stances, hand movements, and focus techniques. Each attempt was a step closer to perfection. He worked on controlling the energy flow, ensuring that the beam was not only powerful but also precise. The wastelands bore witness to his relentless training, the ground scorched and shattered by the repeated blasts.
As the sun reached its zenith, Callion took a break, wiping the sweat from his brow. He surveyed the devastation around him, the once sturdy rocks now reduced to rubble. The Titan’s Roar was not just a technique; it was becoming a symbol of his strength and determination. Yet, Callion knew that he was still far from mastering it. He took a moment to meditate, focusing on the feeling of the energy within him. He visualized the Titan’s Roar, not just as a powerful attack, but as an extension of his very being. He pictured the energy flowing smoothly, a perfect balance of power and precision. With each breath, he felt the energy within him growing, more controlled and more refined.
As the day turned to dusk, Callion was ready for one final attempt. He gathered his energy, feeling it surge through his veins. The wastelands seemed to fall silent, as if acknowledging the gravity of the moment. Callion took his stance, his eyes locked on a distant rock formation, now just a pile of debris.
“Titan’s Roar!” he shouted, unleashing the energy with a fierce determination.
The beam erupted from his mouth, a brilliant streak of light that cut through the darkness of the wastelands. It struck the rock formation with a force that seemed to shake the very ground beneath Callion’s feet. The explosion was monumental, a testament to the sheer power and precision of the technique. The remnants of the rock scattered across the wastelands, a silent witness to Callion’s triumph.
Exhausted but exhilarated, Callion stood amidst the aftermath of his training. The Titan’s Roar was no longer just a dream; it was a reality, a technique that embodied his strength and resolve. He had pushed his limits, honed his skills, and emerged victorious. The wastelands, with their scars and destruction, bore testament to his journey.
As the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, Callion allowed himself a moment of rest. The Titan’s Roar was his, a powerful weapon that would serve him in the battles to come. Tomorrow, he would continue his training, but for now, he relished the victory. The path to mastery was far from over, but Callion knew that he was one step closer to becoming the warrior he was destined to be. The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the Oozaru Wastelands. The previous days had been grueling, each session pushing Callion to his limits. Yet today, there was a different energy in the air—a sense of culmination, of reaching the end of a long and arduous journey.
Callion stood amidst the familiar, scarred landscape, his body brimming with anticipation. His muscles ached from the relentless training, but his spirit was undeterred. Today, he would fully master the Titan’s Roar, solidifying it as his signature technique. He began his warm-up with a series of intense physical exercises, moving through various combat stances and maneuvers. His body, clad in the Super Weighted Gear, moved with the grace and power of a seasoned warrior. The warm-up served not only to prepare his muscles but also to focus his mind, aligning his physical and mental energies.
After a time, Callion stood still, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. He closed his eyes and began to gather his ki, feeling the energy flow through him like a powerful current. The sensation was familiar now, a blend of raw power and precise control. He visualized the energy pooling in his core, a radiant sphere of potential.
With a deep breath, he opened his eyes and began to channel the energy upward, guiding it toward his mouth. The process was smoother than ever before, each step a practiced motion. He could feel the energy building, a pressure that thrummed with intensity.
"Focus," he whispered to himself. "Control."
Callion opened his mouth and released the energy, calling out the name of his technique with a voice that echoed through the wastelands. "Titan's Roar!"
The beam of ki that erupted from his mouth was unlike any he had produced before. It was a massive, concentrated stream of destructive energy, crackling with raw power. It soared across the wastelands, obliterating everything in its path. The ground shook as the beam carved a swath of destruction, leaving a deep trench in the earth. Callion maintained the beam, feeling the energy flow steadily and controlled. He directed it with precision, sweeping it across a series of distant rock formations. Each target exploded on impact, reduced to rubble by the sheer force of the attack. The power of the Titan’s Roar was awe-inspiring, a testament to Callion’s strength and determination.
As the beam finally dissipated, Callion stood amidst the aftermath, his body thrumming with residual energy. He had done it. The Titan’s Roar was now a fully realized technique, a devastating weapon that embodied his warrior spirit. The wastelands bore witness to his triumph, the once imposing rock formations now mere debris scattered across the landscape. Exhausted but elated, Callion allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. The journey to mastering the Titan’s Roar had been long and grueling, but every step had been worth it. He had pushed his limits, honed his skills, and emerged victorious. The technique was now an extension of his very being, a symbol of his strength and resolve.
He took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs. The first rays of the sun illuminated the wastelands, casting long shadows across the scarred earth. Callion stood tall, his eyes filled with determination. The Titan’s Roar was his, a powerful tool that would serve him in the battles to come.
As he began the trek back to the Saiyan settlement, Callion’s mind was already turning to the future. There were always new challenges, new foes to face, and new heights to reach. The path of a Saiyan warrior was never-ending, but Callion was ready. With the Titan’s Roar at his command, he would face whatever came his way with unwavering resolve.
The wastelands, silent once more, bore the marks of his journey, a testament to the power and determination of a true Saiyan warrior.
Word Count: 2,663
[OT1]Titan's Roar: Learnt
Powerlevel: 39,404
Super Weighted Clothing: Equipped
Powerlevel with SWC: 9,851
The Oozaru Wastelands stretched out before Callion, a desolate and rugged expanse marked by jagged rocks and deep ravines. This harsh landscape, used for training Saiyan warriors, was a testament to the raw power and resilience of those who trained within its unforgiving terrain. The skies were a perpetually stormy gray, and the ground beneath Callion's feet was scorched and barren. Callion stood atop a craggy outcrop, his muscular frame silhouetted against the turbulent sky. The recent battles and intense training sessions had honed his physical prowess to new heights. His Super Weighted Gear clung to his body, a constant reminder of the extra burden he chose to bear in pursuit of greater strength. As he surveyed the wastelands, his mind was deep in thought.
The Saiyan warrior had always prided himself on his physical combat skills. His two signature techniques, the Lion's Roar Strikes and the Relentless Barrage, had served him well in numerous battles. These techniques, devastating in their own right, were a testament to his brutal efficiency and combat expertise. However, a nagging realization had begun to take root in his mind.
"Strength and physical power are vital, but a true warrior must be versatile," Callion mused to himself. His eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his thoughts as heavily as his training gear. "I lack a ki-based technique that can rival my melee attacks. I need something more... something that can truly unleash my full potential." The thought of a new technique began to take shape in his mind. Callion knew that a devastating ki attack would not only complement his existing arsenal but also give him an edge in battles where brute strength alone might not suffice. The idea of gathering energy and unleashing it in a concentrated, destructive form appealed to him. It would be a technique that showcased his immense power and precision, a signature move that would leave his enemies in awe and fear.
His decision made, Callion turned his gaze toward the horizon. The wastelands, with their endless challenges and harsh conditions, would be the perfect place to develop and refine this new technique. He would need to focus on harnessing his inner energy, channeling it with precision and control.
"I will call it the Titan's Roar," Callion declared, his voice echoing across the barren landscape. "A technique that embodies the true might of a Saiyan warrior."
With renewed determination, Callion descended from the outcrop and began his training. The path ahead would be grueling, but he was ready. The Titan's Roar would become his ultimate weapon, a testament to his unyielding spirit and the limitless potential of his Saiyan blood. As the stormy winds howled around him, Callion began to gather his energy, feeling the raw power surging within. The wastelands would bear witness to the birth of a new technique, one that would solidify his place among the greatest warriors of Planet Vegeta.
Callion stood in the heart of the Oozaru Wastelands, the desolate landscape mirroring the fierce determination in his eyes. The ground beneath him was cracked and charred, a testament to the intense training sessions that had taken place here. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and scorched earth, and the sky remained a perpetual stormy gray.
The Saiyan warrior took a deep breath, centering himself. He had always excelled in physical combat, but now it was time to explore a new realm of his abilities. He needed to harness his inner energy, focus it, and release it in a powerful ki attack. The Titan's Roar would be his signature technique, a testament to his immense power and precision. Callion began by gathering his ki, feeling the energy flow through his body. He concentrated, visualizing the energy pooling in his core and then directing it toward his mouth. The process was more challenging than he had anticipated. Controlling the energy required intense focus and discipline, qualities that Callion possessed in abundance but had never applied in this particular way.
"Focus," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes and envisioning the energy as a bright, pulsing sphere. "Control the flow."
He opened his mouth and attempted to release the energy in a beam. A faint glow emanated from his mouth, but the energy dissipated almost immediately, fizzling out before it could form a coherent attack. Frustration gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside, knowing that mastery would not come easily. Callion took a moment to gather his thoughts. He needed to understand the mechanics of the technique better. He recalled the times he had seen other Saiyans use powerful ki attacks. The key was not just in gathering the energy but in controlling its release with precision.
Determined, he resumed his stance. This time, he took a different approach. He focused on the sensation of the energy within him, guiding it slowly and deliberately. He visualized the energy moving from his core, through his chest, and into his throat. The sensation was strange, almost alien, but Callion embraced it. He opened his mouth again, and this time a small, concentrated beam of energy shot out. It wasn't the massive, destructive beam he envisioned for the Titan's Roar, but it was a start. The beam struck a nearby boulder, leaving a scorch mark on its surface. Callion's lips curled into a determined smile. Progress, however small, was still progress.
Over the next few hours, Callion repeated the process, each attempt bringing him closer to his goal. He focused on refining his control, learning to channel the energy more efficiently. He experimented with different methods, adjusting the flow and intensity of the ki. Each failure taught him something new, and each success, however minor, fueled his resolve.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the wastelands, Callion decided to try one final attempt for the day. He gathered his energy, feeling the now-familiar sensation of ki flowing through his body. He concentrated, channeling the energy with precision and control.
"Titan's Roar," he murmured, opening his mouth and releasing the energy.
A beam of ki shot out, larger and more focused than any of his previous attempts. It struck a distant rock formation, shattering it into pieces. The power of the attack left Callion momentarily stunned. He had done it. The Titan's Roar was beginning to take shape. Exhausted but elated, Callion allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. This was only the beginning. The path to mastering the Titan's Roar would be long and arduous, but he was ready. With each day of training, he would refine the technique, honing it into a weapon of unparalleled destruction.
As the night settled over the Oozaru Wastelands, Callion stood tall, his eyes filled with determination. The Titan's Roar would become a testament to his strength and dedication, a symbol of his unyielding spirit. Tomorrow, he would continue his training, pushing himself to new heights. For now, he allowed himself a brief moment of rest, knowing that the journey had only just begun.
The morning sun had barely begun to rise, casting an eerie light over the Oozaru Wastelands. The terrain, a stark contrast of blackened earth and jagged rocks, seemed to pulse with an ominous energy, mirroring the intensity of Callion’s resolve. After a night of rest, Callion was back, his determination unwavering. Today, he would push further, refining the Titan's Roar until it was a flawless extension of his will.
Callion stood in the middle of the wastelands, the Super Weighted Gear clinging to his muscular frame, adding to the burden he willingly bore. The ground beneath him was a patchwork of scorched earth and broken stone, a testament to the countless hours of training he had already endured. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar surge of energy within him, and closed his eyes to center himself. He began the process of gathering his ki, focusing on the energy swirling within his core. Callion's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one honing in on the technique he was about to refine. The Titan's Roar was no longer just an idea; it was a tangible goal, a technique that he would master.
With his eyes still closed, Callion raised his hands, palms facing each other. He imagined the energy in his body, a swirling vortex of raw power. Slowly, he moved his hands apart, visualizing the energy expanding and gathering in his mouth. The sensation was intense, the energy crackling and sparking with every passing moment. Opening his eyes, Callion took aim at a large boulder in the distance. The target was a silent witness to his previous attempts, its surface marred by the scars of his progress. With a deep breath, Callion focused all his energy into the technique. He could feel the power building, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm him if he didn’t control it.
“Titan’s Roar!” he roared, unleashing the energy from his mouth.
A beam of concentrated ki shot out, more powerful and focused than ever before. It soared across the wastelands, striking the boulder with a force that sent shards of rock flying in every direction. The explosion was deafening, the ground trembling under the sheer power of the attack. Callion’s chest heaved with exertion, but a fierce grin spread across his face. He had done it. The Titan's Roar was becoming a force to be reckoned with. Determined to push his limits further, Callion began to refine his technique. He spent hours experimenting with different stances, hand movements, and focus techniques. Each attempt was a step closer to perfection. He worked on controlling the energy flow, ensuring that the beam was not only powerful but also precise. The wastelands bore witness to his relentless training, the ground scorched and shattered by the repeated blasts.
As the sun reached its zenith, Callion took a break, wiping the sweat from his brow. He surveyed the devastation around him, the once sturdy rocks now reduced to rubble. The Titan’s Roar was not just a technique; it was becoming a symbol of his strength and determination. Yet, Callion knew that he was still far from mastering it. He took a moment to meditate, focusing on the feeling of the energy within him. He visualized the Titan’s Roar, not just as a powerful attack, but as an extension of his very being. He pictured the energy flowing smoothly, a perfect balance of power and precision. With each breath, he felt the energy within him growing, more controlled and more refined.
As the day turned to dusk, Callion was ready for one final attempt. He gathered his energy, feeling it surge through his veins. The wastelands seemed to fall silent, as if acknowledging the gravity of the moment. Callion took his stance, his eyes locked on a distant rock formation, now just a pile of debris.
“Titan’s Roar!” he shouted, unleashing the energy with a fierce determination.
The beam erupted from his mouth, a brilliant streak of light that cut through the darkness of the wastelands. It struck the rock formation with a force that seemed to shake the very ground beneath Callion’s feet. The explosion was monumental, a testament to the sheer power and precision of the technique. The remnants of the rock scattered across the wastelands, a silent witness to Callion’s triumph.
Exhausted but exhilarated, Callion stood amidst the aftermath of his training. The Titan’s Roar was no longer just a dream; it was a reality, a technique that embodied his strength and resolve. He had pushed his limits, honed his skills, and emerged victorious. The wastelands, with their scars and destruction, bore testament to his journey.
As the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, Callion allowed himself a moment of rest. The Titan’s Roar was his, a powerful weapon that would serve him in the battles to come. Tomorrow, he would continue his training, but for now, he relished the victory. The path to mastery was far from over, but Callion knew that he was one step closer to becoming the warrior he was destined to be. The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the Oozaru Wastelands. The previous days had been grueling, each session pushing Callion to his limits. Yet today, there was a different energy in the air—a sense of culmination, of reaching the end of a long and arduous journey.
Callion stood amidst the familiar, scarred landscape, his body brimming with anticipation. His muscles ached from the relentless training, but his spirit was undeterred. Today, he would fully master the Titan’s Roar, solidifying it as his signature technique. He began his warm-up with a series of intense physical exercises, moving through various combat stances and maneuvers. His body, clad in the Super Weighted Gear, moved with the grace and power of a seasoned warrior. The warm-up served not only to prepare his muscles but also to focus his mind, aligning his physical and mental energies.
After a time, Callion stood still, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. He closed his eyes and began to gather his ki, feeling the energy flow through him like a powerful current. The sensation was familiar now, a blend of raw power and precise control. He visualized the energy pooling in his core, a radiant sphere of potential.
With a deep breath, he opened his eyes and began to channel the energy upward, guiding it toward his mouth. The process was smoother than ever before, each step a practiced motion. He could feel the energy building, a pressure that thrummed with intensity.
"Focus," he whispered to himself. "Control."
Callion opened his mouth and released the energy, calling out the name of his technique with a voice that echoed through the wastelands. "Titan's Roar!"
The beam of ki that erupted from his mouth was unlike any he had produced before. It was a massive, concentrated stream of destructive energy, crackling with raw power. It soared across the wastelands, obliterating everything in its path. The ground shook as the beam carved a swath of destruction, leaving a deep trench in the earth. Callion maintained the beam, feeling the energy flow steadily and controlled. He directed it with precision, sweeping it across a series of distant rock formations. Each target exploded on impact, reduced to rubble by the sheer force of the attack. The power of the Titan’s Roar was awe-inspiring, a testament to Callion’s strength and determination.
As the beam finally dissipated, Callion stood amidst the aftermath, his body thrumming with residual energy. He had done it. The Titan’s Roar was now a fully realized technique, a devastating weapon that embodied his warrior spirit. The wastelands bore witness to his triumph, the once imposing rock formations now mere debris scattered across the landscape. Exhausted but elated, Callion allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. The journey to mastering the Titan’s Roar had been long and grueling, but every step had been worth it. He had pushed his limits, honed his skills, and emerged victorious. The technique was now an extension of his very being, a symbol of his strength and resolve.
He took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs. The first rays of the sun illuminated the wastelands, casting long shadows across the scarred earth. Callion stood tall, his eyes filled with determination. The Titan’s Roar was his, a powerful tool that would serve him in the battles to come.
As he began the trek back to the Saiyan settlement, Callion’s mind was already turning to the future. There were always new challenges, new foes to face, and new heights to reach. The path of a Saiyan warrior was never-ending, but Callion was ready. With the Titan’s Roar at his command, he would face whatever came his way with unwavering resolve.
The wastelands, silent once more, bore the marks of his journey, a testament to the power and determination of a true Saiyan warrior.
Word Count: 2,663
[OT1]Titan's Roar: Learnt
