He was surrounded by darkness, a prey to the black light. His hissing voice echoed in the air. A crimson glow, like the blood he had spilled, shone from his blade, mocking his victims. The heat seared his flesh and slowly drained his limbs. He wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it. That sword… I recognized it… God Killer.
what did you see? what was that?
I watched in horror as he pulled his katana out of the severed limb. His sword was covered in blood, but it still glowed with a fiery light. He had a twisted smile on his face, as if he enjoyed killing. That sword… I knew what it was… God Killer.
Chapter 1
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In a world devoid of the comforting embrace of time's familiar cadence, one finds oneself unshackled from the constraints of law and the influence of mankind. Here, within this ethereal realm, the very essence of temporal understanding begins to unravel, and the once steadfast structure erected by one's own walls starts to crumble.
In this nebulous expanse, the concept of time loses its grasp, slipping through the fingers of comprehension. The foundations upon which you built the edifice of your existence now tremble, and you witness the disintegration of the known. Something akin to your essence lingers in the atmosphere, yet the familiarity of humanity seems to have retreated into the recesses of a bygone era.
As you navigate this surreal terrain, it becomes evident that this is no longer the land you once claimed as your own. Instead, it feels as though you stand at the threshold of a dream that surpasses the boundaries of understanding. You observe, a mere spectator in the theater of the inexplicable, struggling to reconcile the tangible with the intangible.
The place that once cradled you in a sense of belonging no longer resonates with the warmth of home. Despite this detachment, you remain engrossed in a linguistic dance, weaving words together like a masterful tapestry. It is a desperate attempt to reconstruct the walls of thought, to impose meaning upon the enigma that surrounds you - a valiant effort to grasp the ineffable.
This enigmatic realm, this motherland, exists as a paradox - a place where the known becomes unknown, and the once familiar becomes estranged. It beckons you to redefine your understanding of self and home, prompting introspection in the face of the bewildering unknown. As you linger in this space beyond time, the quest for meaning becomes a poignant journey, a struggle to find solace in the midst of an existential wilderness.
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Fiiiinally… it feels like the wait is over
I’m badly eager to continueee