I felt my inner beast roar in rage as I let go of my reason. Letting its instinct and rage consume me.
I felt my Ki swell in response. The same berserk rage that once threatened to destroy my very body from the inside, now released perfectly without harming my physical form.
Yet, as my rage, my ikari, reached levels where I knew I would start losing myself, I stopped it.
I held back my inner beast and reaffirmed my ego. Letting my serenity wash over its innate rage and making it see reason.
I remember what Gohan, Kakarot's son, said about his so-called Beast form.
The point right before going berserk, yet redirecting that energy inwards and retaining control of the ego just before passing that last threshold of sanity.
It was how I managed to learn to control my inner beast, my Oozaru, so long ago on Beerus's planet, and achieved control over my Super Saiyan form, which Vegeta thought to be the true form of the Super Saiyan, or the Legendary Super Saiyan as he called it.
Unfortunately, back then, I had already matured completely, and my power was at its peak.
Here? Now? That is not the case.
My mental control is iron-clad, yet my physical body is immature.
I felt my control slip as the Oozaru's blind rage overwhelmed my reason. Forcing me back into my Ikari state on the verge of going berserk.
Thankfully, I managed to once again calm down my inner beast and returned to my normal form, disappointed at the failure.
Then, I felt her warm palm on my shoulder.
"Brolios? What are you doing?"
Hestia, my eldest sister in this life.
A kind and loving child who was forced into this cruel life by Cronos. The Monster that my mother was always afraid of in the short time I knew her.
I knew of him, of course. How could I not when Mother Rhea would always speak about what he did to my older siblings?
Given what I was told of him, I always knew it was only a matter of time before he came for me. And, I always believed that I would have the time to quickly reach the peak of my power once again, back to the point where I was strong enough to shatter planets like glass.
Then, I would try to learn the power of Hakai that I saw Beerus use. The same power of destruction that the god once tried to teach Vegeta.
After that, I would rescue my siblings and bring them back home to mother while also ridding her of her worst nightmare in the form of her husband.
Yet, reality showed me that I had been too naive.
This young body of mine is weak. Not even as strong as when I was a child on Vampa in my second life.
It was still the body of a Legendary Super Saiyan, the destined warrior born once every 10, 000 years.
Yet, it was only that of an infant until recently, when my Saiyan Power, or Zenkai as Vegeta's wife calls it, forced my infant body to grow to that of a youngling rapidly. Not to mention mother's ichor and Cronos's divinity having unknown effects on my body as well.
This meant that, by my estimates, my battle power is still a fraction of what I once had.
Normally, this would mean that I have enough power even in my base state to probably shatter this world. Not to mention my Ikari state, which multiplies my power significantly.
However, the rules of this realm are strange.
The concept of size and mass seems to stretch and compress at the whims of the universe as what should be a planet of an average size stretches on for infinity and beyond on some days, and compresses to a realm even shorter than an island on others.
A world in flux. A world whose identity has yet to be etched into its own memory. That is what mother described this discrepancy, this malleability of these lands as.
A world of indecipherable Mist, as it were.
This is why, even with my strength, I was helpless against Cronos's ability to manipulate time itself.
My thoughts stopped once again when a few familiar weights settled against me.
Hestia's warm brown eyes were already closed in what might pass for her kind as sleep, probably having grown tired of waiting for a reply while I was lost in thought. Her long black hair framing her perfect face, which was as peaceful as can be. A rare expression visible only when she falls asleep like this.
Similarly, on my other side, I spotted the familiar wheat-gold hair of Demeter, who was similarly asleep, hugging Hera like a pillow, who held a frown even in her sleep.
As for my two brothers, they were leaning against my back. Even Hades, who usually preferred to stay alone, would always gravitate to my Ki for some reason.
Of course, I knew that Poseidon and Hades were not truly asleep. Unlike our sisters, it would seem these two were born warriors. Probably similar to Saiyans.
These two never truly let their consciousness dull to a level where one could call it sleep. Always ready, always waiting for the next disaster in this prison of ours.
Just like that bile tide that arose two years ago, shortly after I came to this place. The dark, primordial fluid threatening to consume us all and dissolve us into oblivion.
It was Poseidon who held the line back then. His natural gifts allowing him some level of control over the liquid, which he redirected to the best of his abilities, while Hades cloaked the girls in shadows, protecting them.
Of course, I did not remain silent as I aided my older brother in redirecting the fluid.
Unlike him, who redirected it with his innate gifts, I used brute force of my Ki to blast waves after waves of the bile away from our group.
Then, it was Hades who held back the crushing darkness when Cronos felt particularly cruel on some days, unconsciously reflecting his darkness within his stomach.
It was a year ago when we had the worst of it.
We still don't know what caused the surge in the cruel titan king's temperament, but that day, the darkness within swelled to such an extent that the girls and Poseidon nearly lost their divine essence to the oppressive corruption.
They would have faded that day if it were not for Hades pushing back the darkness with his own gifts while I blazed my Ki to the limit, creating a miniature emerald sun that burned my own divine essence to protect my siblings.
I will not deny that it was a painful process, but for the sake of my siblings, it was worth it.
Even if it took me a long time to recover, since this place has no Ambrosia or Nectar to replenish my divine essence quickly and to sate my hunger.
And what a hunger it is.
Two years. Two long years of starvation.
To a Saiyan, it may as well be a death sentence. Fortunately, it would seem my divine essence mitigated that death sentence to something less damning, such as my current situation, where I feel endless hunger gnawing within me every single second.
With every shift in the titan's flesh, I felt my half-conscious brothers' jolt a bit before relaxing again, while the hold that my sisters had on each other and on us tightened.
Out of them all, I knew that the ones affected the most were none other than Demeter and Hestia.
Demeter is naturally afraid of the dark, as her essence is, from what I can tell, similar to mother's. Seeking the comfort of life and the beauty of the sun, both of which were completely cut off here.
And Hestia, oh dear Hestia. She felt like a flame. The warmth of family. Of Hope.
Yet, how could this oppressive place that reflected the king's darkness allow for such hope to exist?
That is why her divine essence is the one most affected out of us all in this place.
With my heart aching at their vulnerable expressions, I brushed their hair away from their faces while I used my Ki to generate a gust of wind, providing some level of cooling for my siblings. A modified Kiai technique where, instead of generating shockwaves with raw power, I generate gentle winds for my loved ones.
'I need to work harder to bring my body back to its peak condition. Then, I need to seriously start understanding the concepts of Hakai. Only then will I be able to break out of this prison and bring them out of this hell.'
I felt my resolve strengthen when I felt the girls tighten their grip on each other for comfort, while their expressions tightened. Probably some kind of nightmare equivalent that they are experiencing.
I flared my Ki, allowing its warmth to flood their bodies and mind along with that of my brothers. A technique that Kakarot taught me, where I share my own Ki with others to relieve them of fatigue and strain.
Watching their expressions relax, I felt relieved as well.
Then, I slipped back into my own meditation.
I cannot waste time. Not even a single second. I must train and become stronger.
My siblings' lives and freedom depend on it.