"I've got no goal to begin with."
"That's truly pathetic of you."
"I know, which is why I'm making you my goal."
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Cruelty and treachery are the only ways to advance in this world. With the alluring promise of getting everything once you su...
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• The Way•
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A long time has passed — a couple of years — and nothing appears to have changed within this wailing tower. This location is still as nasty, horrible, and blatantly treacherous as it was before. It is indeed the tower that several people attempted to climb as if their lives depended on it, striving for the pinnacle above them all.
It could possibly be said that their lives depended on it. None of this would have happened if it hadn't. In calm, serenity, and tranquility, this planet and its towers will erupt. However, this is tantamount to requesting the impossible. Another reason why it might be seen as an unattainable or foolish desire.
This long-awaited moment, which no one could have predicted, would finally awaken. Who knows what fate has in store for them all, whatever lies behind the desolation and shadow? Or...
"Foolish."
...what was concealed among the crowd?
Blood was splattered all over the platform, and the air inside a building smelled strongly of blood and metal. It was a massacre, and mayhem had settled on this isolated place. The bodies were taken directly from the pile, skin ripped, freshly painted red, torn by something jagged.
And among all of those corpses stood a lone individual with a glamorous smile as well as a fang peeking through their lips. Their flowing white locks veered in the breeze, long and defiled from the sinners' blood. The tunic is now stained with deep crimson hues after being white and colorless before.
Individual eyes glazed over the tumbling corpse, violet eyes sparkling beneath the light of those who had seen everything. There is not a single regret. Instead, it was relieving for them — all of that pent-up frustration from those despicable folks is nerve-wracking. It was unfair for them and unjustified for the people who have been their victims.
