"After the great war of the kingdoms, I found solace in the small joys that remained, seeking refuge in the desolate Grim Ruins. It was a lonely existence, burdened with the weight of my duty as a sacred soldier. Sorrow became my constant companion, engulfing me in its relentless embrace. But amidst the desolation, a glimmer of hope found its way into my life. Three extraordinary children, like beacons of light, were entrusted to my care. In their presence, I discovered newfound joy and peace, watching them grow stronger with each passing day. They became my family, my reason to persevere. Reina, a mysterious boy I discovered in the orphanage of the Grim Ruins, possessed a staggering reservoir of magical energy that surpassed anything I had ever witnessed. From the very first moment I met him, I knew he was special. At the tender age of three, he unlocked his sacred weapon and elemental abilities, bearing a scar on his right forearm as proof of his extraordinary potential, for he inj
Sayuri stands resolute, unwavering in her determination, as she navigates the treacherous path before her. Instead of relying on mere speed and agility, she harnesses the power of her shadow hands, using them to propel herself forward with astonishing swiftness. In her pursuit of the road that Kaeya once treads, she ventures deeper into the darkened tunnel, a wide crack in the floor serving as her guide. Suddenly, from the depths of the earth, a grotesque monstrosity emerges, its malformed figure lurching towards her with a gaping maw poised to devour. Time seems to slow as the monstrous jaws close in, threatening to consume our courageous heroine. Yet, with a quick exclamation of "Yikes!" escaping her lips, Sayuri swiftly reacts, conjuring two other shadow hands to snatch her body and suspend her mid-air, narrowly evading the beast's voracious hunger as she hangs on the roof. As she dangles there, her senses heightened, Sayuri becomes acutely aware of a discordant chorus of voices e
As the corruption of Paradise consumed everything in its wake, Kira remained as the sole intact body amidst the severed limbs scattered around him. The magical bullet had barely left a flicker of life within him, teetering on the precipice of existence. Devoid of sight, sensation, and sound, he existed in a state of helpless numbness, his senses gradually numbing as his soul prepared to depart his ravaged vessel.Time stretched on, with Kira suspended in the void of his fading consciousness. The sky darkened overhead, the weight of Nobu's unleashed power hanging heavy in the air. But amidst the desolation, Kira's soul clung to a sliver of life, a fragile thread that refused to sever.However, in the depths of his torment, a sinister presence materialized. Yamato, his ominous grin etched upon his face, loomed over the motionless form of Kira. The man who had orchestrated so much chaos and despair reveled in the sight of Kira's weakened state."Oh, how feeble and wretched you've become,
With a solemn exchange, Kira traded the lives of six destitute minions of Warhammer, breathing life into the inert bodies of his five creations. Each of these projects had their memories painstakingly altered to satiate the insatiable desires of Warhammer. However, apart from Project2 and Project5, the others possessed the lingering ability to recall their names. In the grip of Warhammer's power, Kira had languished for countless years, unable to resist, for he harbored a paralyzing fear of losing his own life should he dare to defy the demon's commands. As time wore on, Kira's resentment toward Nobu swelled, the anticipation of their inevitable confrontation fueling the fire within him. He longed for the moment when he could unleash his pent-up emotions upon the very embodiment of paradise's annihilator, the creator of the dust village. And now, after an interminable passage of time, Kira stands face to face with Nobu, his heart pounding, the seconds slipping away like sand through
In the culmination of their arduous journey, the three tunnels intertwine, converging into a single passageway that leads to the heart of their mission—the main room housing Project5. Here, in this pivotal space, Kaeya's selfless valor meets its tragic end. As Sayuri and Raiden escape the ceaseless slaughter of the grotesque ghouls, utilizing their unparalleled speed to spare those wretched beings further torment, they finally arrive at their destination.Breathing heavily, Sayuri struggles to maintain her balance as she materializes moments after Raiden, her body trembling from exhaustion. Collapsing to her knees upon entering the expansive room, her palms press against the cool floor, sweat cascading from her brow to dampen the ground beneath her. "You...you're unbelievably fast," she manages to utter between gasps, her voice blending with her labored breaths.Chuckling in response, Raiden surveys their surroundings, the remnants of blue lightning dissipating from his form as he str
Thoughts whirl through Project5's mind as he analyzes the situation. "That blond kid," he ponders, his gaze fixated on Reina, "He possesses immense magical energy... It's overwhelming. He must be the arcane boy that Warhammer boasts about.""As for the other one..." Turning his attention to Nobu, Project5 continues his mental evaluation. "He seems to possess demon powers, yet I sense no trace of magical energy emanating from his being. How is that possible?""Regardless, it matters not. I will put an end to all of them now!"A bone-chilling silence descends upon the battlefield, none daring to interrupt the eerie calm. Raising his hand, Project5 channels a thunderbolt, mercilessly hurling it toward Nobu. Yet, in the blink of an eye, Nobu vanishes from sight, leaving Project5 bewildered. "Huh?" Project5 mutters, an awkward giggle escaping his lips. "I didn't see that coming...""You never will," Nobu's voice reverberates, his sudden reappearance behind his foe catching Project5 off gua
"Intriguing, isn't it?" A diminutive figure, standing at a mere 50 centimeters in stature, pipes up with a voice that carries an air of mischief and cunning. His fingers brush against the ground as if tethered to the very essence of the portal he's manipulating. His presence is an oddity, a juxtaposition of power and smallness that disrupts the onlookers' equilibrium. A sardonic smile curls upon his lips as he addresses the gathered crowd, a mocking glint in his eyes."Well, well, well, look at what we've stumbled upon—quite the spectacle," he quips, his voice laden with a mix of amusement and disdain. His gaze fixates on the scene before him, where the aftermath of the confrontation with Project5 is apparent. A sense of victory dances in the air, as though he's relishing in the downfall of the mighty.A youthful figure, exuding an air of refinement and confidence, steps forward to voice his incredulity. A single strand of emerald hair casually drapes across his right eye, a streak of
"I am still so dreadfully weak..."In a surge of overwhelming frustration, Reina hurls his katana forcefully to the ground. The metallic clash of the blade meeting the cold floor reverberates throughout the room, a cacophony of emotions made audible, capturing the attention of his teammates in an instant. In the throes of his turmoil, he releases an unrestrained scream, a torrent of anguish and torment that tears its way from the depths of his soul. His knees give way beneath the weight of his emotions, his form collapsing onto the floor as his clenched fists strike the ground with a desperate force."I did nothing! Nothing at all!" His voice reverberates with raw emotion, each word a declaration of his inner turmoil, a damning indictment of his perceived inadequacy. The echo of his scream hangs heavy in the air, like a tempestuous storm threatening to engulf everything in its path. His words resonate as a stark reminder of his struggle, a relentless battle against the limitations he