In a fire, a man stands out from the blazing flames, step by step he leaves ashes to its mark. Rage burning within him, forming a flame around him as emotions surge as if the god of flame took possession. The man took life for a guarantee, and while he trades his life for a simple desire. He walked this path without looking back, his life had never been a coward, moving forward until his life burn.

As time passes, the man has been unconsciously walking endlessly, as if life has been taking from him, leaving only rage behind. Each moment and memories fading away. A story and a legend that has been passed on in canals and history. Countless trails, countless reincarnation flashed before its remaining shred of consciousness. Earth, Blue star, Heaven. Armies trodding the bodies of their enemy. A man holding a sword, cutting his way through obstacles, leaving tainted blood on the sword as it slashed and pierce trough the enemies heart. Cities burn, empires ravaged from its ground. Immortals bowing to a silhouette of a man and giving allegiance to its prowess.

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As pages of its memories pass by, the man abruptly stops. A teardrop formed, and along with it is a shadow of a girl remained in the last edges of his memories.

The man shooked, forcing his body to obey. If he won't regain his body, the only thing he can do is to helplessly look at the tear which forms of the last of its memory. Something told him, if he can't hold this memory, he would lose everything, but at the same time a part of want of him want to free from this suffering.

Time seemed to slow, the tear slowly reaching the ground. If you look closely, the man was trying to force himself to control his hand, trying to keep his will in control. As the tear about to touch the ground, a hand suddenly broke out of its shackle, grasping the tear in its last moment