Cronus' system: Against the gods

Claire rushed forward, her boots sliding slightly on the blood-slick ground as she fell to her knees beside Arris. Her trembling hands pressed against his chest, where blood flowed sluggishly from the deep, jagged wound near his heart. A soft, pure green light blossomed from her palms, gentle yet determined, as if defying the bleak reality of his injuries. The light pulsed, its warm glow pushing against the darkness that seemed to cling to him like a curse.

Tears blurred her vision, spilling freely down her cheeks, as the light grew brighter, spreading to envelop his entire body. Her sobs were quiet at first, choked whispers of grief and desperation, but her voice cracked as she muttered, "How... how did this happen?"

Her voice was shaky, barely audible over the faint hum of her healing magic, but the anguish in it was undeniable. The sight before her was unbearable. Arris, her rock, her love, was almost unrecognizable. His strong body, once a shield to protect her and so many others, was broken. His armor was shattered, revealing skin torn and bruised, his chest soaked with blood. Worst of all, his left arm was gone, a raw, gory stump where his hand used to be. The sight of it turned her stomach and made her heart ache with helplessness.

"You promised..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "You promised you'd come back to me."

Her tears fell onto his battered face, mingling with the streaks of dirt and blood. He'd always kept his word before. Always. But now, lying here, so still and fragile, he seemed so far from the man who had kissed her goodbye with a reassuring smile and a promise of safety.

Claire's hands trembled as the green light flickered, dimming momentarily as doubt clawed at her mind. Am I enough? The thought sliced through her, cold and cruel. She was a tier-one advanced healing ability user, skilled enough to mend broken bones and close wounds, but this... This was far beyond her capabilities. Restoring a limb, stabilizing a wound so perilously close to his heart, it was the work of a tier-three healer, a miracle she couldn't summon.

Her magic flared again, brighter, fueled by her desperation. "Stay with me," she pleaded, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't you dare leave me, Arris. Not like this."

Her hands pressed harder against his chest, as if sheer willpower could keep his heart beating. The glow of her healing magic bathed them both, casting the world around them in a surreal, verdant haze. She poured everything she had into him, every ounce of her strength and determination. The strain was evident in the way her shoulders shook, her breaths coming in sharp gasps, but she refused to stop.

Memories surged through her mind, unbidden and vivid. The way his laughter had filled the quiet moments between battles. The warmth of his hand in hers as they walked under the stars. The way he'd always stood between her and danger, unyielding and unafraid. And now, here he was, broken and bleeding, and she could do nothing but watch as life slipped away from him with every agonizing second.

The light around them flared violently, almost blinding, as Claire screamed in frustration and grief. "No! I won't let you go! Do you hear me? I won't!"

Her sobs turned to cries of defiance, her magic surging one last time in a desperate attempt to mend what was broken. The air around them grew heavy with the scent of ozone and the hum of power, as if the universe itself paused to bear witness to her raw, unyielding love.

She remembered his cocky smile anytime he boasted of wanting to achieve a strength that surpassed even Jefferson. Ever since they were in high-school, his dream was to be as strong as Jefferson and even surpass him if possible.

That's what had drawn her to him. She loved his determination, his unyielding spirit. He trained rigorously everyday, never letting a minute of his free time go to waste. She had observed him silently from the shadows every time he trained and she had admired him greatly.

She leaned closer, her voice trembling as memories surged through her mind.

She remembered the first time she'd noticed him. They had been in high school, and he was just a cocky boy with messy hair and a fire in his eyes. He'd declared to anyone who would listen that he would one day surpass Jefferson, the strongest and coolest dude in school. "I'll be the strongest," he'd boasted with that lopsided grin of his, his voice brimming with confidence. At the time, she'd only been a quiet girl sitting in the back of the room, watching him with a mix of awe and disbelief.

She hadn't even realized when admiration had turned into something deeper. She would watch him train after school, hiding behind the bleachers or a nearby tree, her heart racing every time he wiped the sweat from his brow or adjusted his stance for another relentless set. He was unstoppable, tireless, and she found herself drawn to his determination, his unyielding drive to achieve the impossible.

But she had been too shy to approach him. For years, she kept her feelings locked away, convincing herself that someone like Arris, bold, driven, and utterly fearless Iwould never notice someone like her. Yet, her quiet admiration never wavered, and she continued to cheer for him silently, her heart swelling with pride every time he surpassed another milestone.

Then, one day, she couldn't keep it in any longer. They had been alone in the school courtyard, the sun setting and casting long shadows across the pavement. Her hands had been clammy, her voice shaky as she blurted out, "Arris, I… I like you."

She'd braced herself for rejection, her heart pounding in her chest. But instead of laughter or indifference, he'd looked at her with wide eyes, stunned into silence. Then, to her utter surprise, his lips had curved into a soft, almost bashful smile. "You… You do?" he'd said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Because… I've kind of liked you too. For a while now."

That moment had changed everything. From then on, they were inseparable, their bond growing deeper with each passing year. Together, they trained, pushing each other to new heights, sharing dreams and fears. Arris' dream of surpassing Jefferson became her dream too, not because she sought glory, but because she believed in him with all her heart.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

And now, seeing him like this, broken, bleeding, and on the brink of death was unbearable.

"You promised me," she choked out, her voice rising with desperation. "You promised you'd come back safe. You always keep your promises, Arris!"

Her healing magic flared brighter, its warmth engulfing them both, but she could feel the strain in her body, the limits of her ability pressing down on her like a crushing weight. She wasn't strong enough. She knew it, but she refused to give in. Not now. Not when he needed her most.

She glanced down at his face, pale and streaked with dirt and blood. Even in this state, she could see the faintest hint of his stubborn spirit, the unyielding determination that had drawn her to him all those years ago. His lips, cracked and dry, twitched ever so slightly, as if he were fighting to respond to her, to reassure her.

Her tears fell harder, her chest heaving with sobs. "You said you'd surpass Jefferson," she said, her voice trembling. "You said nothing could stop you. So fight, damn it! Fight for us!"

As her memories surged, Claire's healing light pulsed, growing stronger, brighter. It enveloped Arris' battered body in a cocoon of emerald warmth. Her fiery will to save him ignited something deep within her, a power she hadn't known she possessed. It felt as if every moment they had shared, every laugh, every touch, was now fueling her, pushing her beyond her limits.

Her trembling fingers moved to his severed arm. The sight of the raw, jagged wound threatened to shatter her resolve, but she steeled herself. "You're not leaving me," she whispered, her voice firm despite the tears streaming down her face. "Not now. Not ever."

The light in her palms shifted, becoming more intense, almost searing. It didn't just mend—it rebuilt. Slowly, agonizingly, the gory stump began to change. New tissue formed, sinew and bone knitting together in a process that should have been impossible for someone of her rank. She gasped, the effort draining her, but she didn't stop.

More memories flooded her mind, giving her strength.

She remembered the time they had sparred for the first time, her timid attacks barely grazing him as he grinned and danced around her strikes. "Come on, Claire! You'll never land a hit if you hesitate like that!" he'd teased, his cocky smile infectious even as she scowled at him. He'd always believed in her, even when she didn't believe in herself.

Another memory: the night he'd stayed up with her after a failed mission, her tears soaking into his shirt as he whispered, "You're stronger than you think. One day, you'll see it too."

And then, the memory of their first kiss, awkward and sweet, under a canopy of stars. He'd brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and murmured, "I don't know what I'd do without you, Claire."

That was when she felt it, a shift. The healing magic coursing through her didn't just come from her abilities; it came from her very soul, from the unyielding love she had for the man before her.

The severed limb was no longer a gory stump. Muscles, veins, and skin regenerated with agonizing slowness but undeniable certainty. Claire's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the strain, but the light never faltered. The universe itself seemed to bend to her will, her determination defying all natural laws.

"Fight, Arris," she whispered fiercely. "Fight for us. For everything we've dreamed of."

The green light around her hands flared one last time, a brilliant burst that illuminated the battlefield like a second sunrise. Claire slumped forward, nearly collapsing from exhaustion, her head resting against Arris' chest. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by her labored breathing and the faint hum of residual magic.

Then, a heartbeat.

Claire's eyes snapped open as she felt it—a faint but steady rhythm beneath her hand. Another beat, stronger this time. She let out a choked sob of relief, her tears falling anew as Arris' chest began to rise and fall with shallow breaths.

His eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, she thought she might be imagining it. But then, his eyes opened, their familiar, sharp intensity dulled but unmistakable.

"Claire?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but it was enough to shatter the dam of her emotions.

She didn't hesitate. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, a kiss filled with every ounce of love, relief, and desperation she had felt. It was soft yet fervent, a silent promise that she would never let him go again.

When she pulled back, his gaze softened as he looked up at her. "I knew you'd save me," he rasped, his usual cocky smirk tugging weakly at his lips despite his exhaustion.