The New World

Prolouge

Up there ⬆️ is a picture of the blonde guy.

A blonde haired man dropped his sword with a loud clang. He had translucent green wings, resembling that of a butterfly's.

Another man laid on the ground, still and silent. He had many red marks on his skin, where the sword had sliced through. However, they were strangely not bleeding. Red specks of light floated up from where the cuts were, fading into the sky.
Only the faint rise of his chest showed that he was alive.

"How does it feel?" The first man said.
"To know you failed? Doomed to fall?"
The second man didn't answer.
"I said, how does it feel!" The man exclaimed, and kicked the injured man.
"I'm giving you a chance to speak before you die!"

The man opened his eyes slightly, wincing, and said,
"Why? Th... This land could live in peace. Harmony. But you... You had to come I...in and ruin it. Are you that greedy?"

The man snorted and replied,
"You were a weak and foolish ruler. Allowing people to come and take our land without protest. And when we had to fight back, you didn't even fight with them. How could I let that happen?
Don't you see?" The man said, and got a insane smile on his face.

"I'm doing this for the best."

The man lying on the floor struggled to speak, more of the red light fading into the sky.
"You—"

His head fell back and his eyes faded.
He was dead. However, In a few moments, he... Shattered.
Shattered into a million light crystals that floated into the sky.

"I rule now! It's all mine!"
The man shouted.
"I am the god of this world."

"And nobody can stop me."