Saint Seiya 【DIRECT ✦】

Cosmo.

“Strike.”

His fist drew back. The cosmos inside him—that fragile, burning thread—ignited not as a flame, but as a supernova compressed into the size of a child’s heart. The atoms of his broken bones screamed. The shattered Cloth reassembled not around his body, but through it, metal and flesh becoming one absurd, beautiful contradiction. Saint Seiya

He rolled onto one knee. The Eclipse pressed down, a metaphysical weight meant to crush hope itself. But hope, Seiya had learned, was a meteor. Small. Fast. Fatal to those who ignored it. burning thread—ignited not as a flame

Seiya smiled. It was a terrible, beautiful, human smile. but through it