Sora Yatagami was a young boy who lost everything. His parents were framed by a mistake they never commit.
After that none of his friends and other family wants to take him in. And thanks to that Sora lose trust in people and the idea of being in a...
The last rays of Solus dyed the great gate that separated two worlds the color of blood. That massive structure built by gods, the Eastern Gate, which had for three hundred years separated the human world and the dark world, was about to fall.
As the five thousand members of the Human Guardian Army and the fifty thousand of the invading forces watched in silence, the very last drop of the seemingly endless life span of the gate was spent. In its final moment, the structure let out a bellow like the death throes of some gargantuan beast.
The rumble that ensued rippled from Centoria in the west to the imperial city of Obsidia in the east, causing all the residents of the Underworld to look to the sky for the reason for that booming thunder.
A few seconds later, a single fissure ran down the center of the three- hundred-mel gate. Brilliant light poured from the inside, burning the eyes of the soldiers stationed on either side of it.
The fissure spread and branched as it reached every corner of the great gate, and as it went, the light followed like a shining net. On either side of the gate appeared enormous, burning sacred letters.
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But out of the entire battlefield, only two people understood the meaning of the words final load test. The letters hung there, burning, until the flames ran out. At that moment, there was a flash of light that shone all the way to the heavens, and the top of the Eastern Gate began to crumble.
Vassago: Whoa...
It was difficult for Vassago Casals to contain his sense of wonder as he leaned over the railing of the command vehicle.
Vassago: Final load test, huh? This should put Hollywood movies to shame. Forget the AI, Bro—let's scoop this image-generation package! We could start a VFX studio and rule the entire industry.
Despite the attention-grabbing spectacle unfolding before him, Gabriel Miller replied coldly.
Gabriel: Unfortunately, we cannot save these visuals to any medium. Nothing in this world is generated by polygon models. It's a very exclusive show, available only to those connected to The Soul Translator.
The Eastern Gate was now only half standing, the rest of it churned into an infinite pile of rubble. The roaring and vibration of it all was tremendous, but the cavalcade of rock flashed and melted away into nothing before it hit the ground, meaning the remains of the colossal structure would not block the ravine. Gabriel swung his black fur cape open as he stood up from his throne, which was fixed to the roof of the command vehicle. He walked toward a large skull that had been installed by one of his ten lords of darkness, the chancellor of the dark mages guild, Dee Eye Ell.
The skull, which rested on a small table, was a magical artifact with the power to transmit voices. If he spoke into this "master" skull, his voice would come out of the "slave" skulls each of his generals possessed. It didn't live up to the multichannel communication system in a Stryker armored vehicle, but it was much better than giving orders that had to be personally relayed.
