Spirit of Sōshitsu

My story is far more different than that of others. I'm meant to be the hero, the savior, the magical and powerful being who saves the world from evil's grasp.

I'm not who you think.

I don't who I am, or which side I truly belong to.

I am an ethereal, a cursed being, some kind of 'thing' that wanders mindlessly for eons and lives with no purpose.

Until I met the hunters.

They searched for us 'ethereal beings', and drained our immortality, enslaving us and our spirits in which they caged inside what they called a lantern. They called our spirits fire, some kind of explosives that could kill many innocent souls.

We once lived in peace.

Yet now we live in war.