Night had no mercy here.
It stretched on forever, swallowing the horizon, choking the moonlight until the only thing left was a bruised sky—painted deep purple and black, cracked by cold stars.
Somewhere in that darkness, something watched. It had waited lifetimes for this moment, drifting between worlds, slipping through the gaps that desperate hands and broken hearts left behind.
It watched a boy with gentle green eyes and a scar pressed over his chest like a curse, laughing with friends who did not yet know how fragile their days were.
It watched a man with crimson eyes and a star etched beneath one of them, hiding blood on his hands behind crooked smiles.
It watched a soldier whose eyes flickered yellow and pink, the taste of duty forever sour in his mouth.
It watched gods who had long abandoned mercy.
Watched Angels who would one day bleed white across shattered fields.
And in the spaces between these souls, it felt the tremor of something older still—a grief that crawled through every timeline, whispering of fates already written.
Of victories that meant nothing.
Of monsters born not of nightmares, but of prayers that no god ever answered.
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"Do you ever wonder," someone once said, voice swallowed by wind, "if we were meant to fail from the start?"
"Maybe," came the reply. "But I'd rather burn trying than live under their chains."
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When the first of the stars cracked, the world didn't notice.
Not at first.
It would take time for the heavens to truly split open. For halos to shatter. For hisgrin to stretch impossibly wide across dusk-soaked battlefields.
And by then, all anyone could do was bleed.
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Somewhere far away, under a sky that forgot how to dream, the story began again.
It always did.
Because freedomwas stubborn.
Because even broken things keep fighting.
Because somewhere, somehow, someone always believed—
This time, we can save them all.
The kind of things that legends have in common , are great feats in their respective fields , their stories told , stories forgotten and some stories never known , but also that they are all dead .
But a living legend paints this world and molds it as they reach greater heights . Ikuta was going to be such a person , however the reason he became a person with great power was only because of his father .
The very person who created a great line of legends as well as the destroyer of each , the indiscriminate denier .
Contracts control a person and the law controls the contract . Loopholes are naturally found just like how people are not allowed to sign legal contracts when they are minors there are also laws that count the age of the person allowing them to predict when they are not minors anymore .
Karma just hit 20 at night about to sleep before someone decided to pouch him into a contract . Now plunged into a new world upon having the right age to sign some contract that originates from several higher figures . But contracts like this seem so familiar to him who is like a devil with a human face that can even make the devil think he is the real devil .
After a freak accident, renowned artist Leonard Variel wakes up in the body of Kain Park, an art school student. Now, he embarks on a new adventure that is his second chance at life, because he knows that 'adventure is but trouble that happens to someone else'.
The forces of magic in the world are on the brink of a war that could bring about the end of civilization, or so it seems. When a powerful Venefica, or magic wielder, who grew up isolated from her kin, escapes the Indignor castle on the eve of her execution day, she retreats into the wilds in hope of finding her kind. However, she must cast her hatred for the crown aside and return to the dustlands of Indignor if there is to be any chance of rebuilding her world.