The Beast King stood across from Aria, his massive frame pulsing with anticipation. His eyes were fixed on her, assessing her strength, her prowess. In her, he saw a challenge, a way to test his own power. And as he readied himself for the duel, his mind drifted back to the past, to the days that had shaped him, forged him into the fearsome warrior he had now become.
He had been born different, a mutant, his body a marvel of strength and adaptability. From the very beginning, he had known that he was special, that he was destined for greatness. Strength was everything to him, the measure of a being's worth, the essence of life itself.
He remembered the battles of his youth, the thrill of victory, the joy of crushing his foes. He had honed his body, trained his mind, and mastered the most powerful Martial Arts that had decimated his opponents. His very being had become a weapon, a force of nature that knew no equal.