Tranquil Fiend
The sound of the wind was clear, it was a lucid reality. I keep on walking, I have no choice. Succumbing to my fate? Who knows. Despite the sound of death and the breeze of love, I abandon it all, therefore I embrace the emptiness. Withering with time and stuck in the pathway of it all.
Fated to be a young master, doomed as a commoner. The sky fell to the ground but despite all of that he is bound to realize that everyone is equal in face of heaven and earth, in face of him including everyone.
Journey of a mortal to an indescribable change, an indefinite trace of the trail of the chaos itself.
The absolute chaotic neutrality. He shall be the fiend himself, and the saint himself in the gist of his situations.
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