"The knowledge of the five rings had told me once a time ago... Destruction, is the beginning of creation. When there is light, there will always be darkness, not matter what. The universe is surely a dark place, as others prosper in succession and happiness, others succumb to the pits of despair, struggling to survive. Everything...has its very own destiny the moment it is born or created, whether it's dead or alive. But the question is...can you change it?"
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Amidst a bloody battlefield encased with corpses. The wind howled like wolves filled with fierce animosity.
A young man is in view. A sharp chin, and piercing midnight-black eyes with curly lashes. Long, glistening wavy grey hair, cascading down his back like nebulous clouds. Having two black horns protruding from the sides of his skull, curving to the back and transfixing the air. A slim, yet well-defined body, his skin tone that of milky porcelain. Wearing a set of lightweight black armor on his arms and legs, along with a suede blue robe enfolding his waist, coated in blood.
He slowly walked among the deceased soldiers splayed across the field.
"That was a close one. Are you still alive, furball?" The man asked, cracking his neck.
As his question was discerned, a large ten tailed fox, being the size of a grown man appeared from above. Keen pearly blue eyes, an elegant, sheen fur coat in a color of yellow canary, with white aura and snowflakes surrounding it, lands on the ground silently.
"Well of course, who the hell do you think I am?" The fox answered proudly, licking its large paws.
"We really need to work on that mouth of yours."
"Shut up, dad," the fox snarled sarcastically, stretching its limbs.
The man chuckled, but he suddenly grew silent. Coming to distinguish something as him and the ten tailed fox gazed afar on the battlefield.
The beast getting indolent and irritated, slouched its big yellow ears with a sigh, "...there's like millions of those guys."
Along the bright horizon, showing a blackened sea of silhouettes; trillions of soldiers in crystal black armor were seen, marching and riding onwards with an array of giant beasts. Almost looking endless, heading towards the two warriors. They abruptly ceased movement, raising their weapons above their black helmets, releasing a ginormous battle-cry in unison.
Thus, they charged at the unknown man and his companion.
The young man moved the left side of his bloodied robe, revealing a ruby-colored sheathe latched to his armor, "well…there's not really a way to turn back now."
The fox nodded while letting out a wide grin, displaying its razor-sharp teeth, "alright then - let's get this over with, shall we?"
The man smirked as his lips curved up to his porcelain cheeks, covered in dirt and dry stains of blood, "agreed." He lowered his stance grasping the hilt of his blade.
The large fox puffed out its broad chest, unleashing a ferocious and thunderous roar. So loud, it caused the bloodied planet filled with cadavers to tremble. Next, the man made ghostly black and white aura slowly envelope his slim body, like millions of snakes.
Unsheathing his weapon, a long obsidian cutlass was revealed, "let's go!"
As he shouted, the two vanished in thin air, already fighting against the infantry of soldiers, creating nothing but chaos and havoc among their enemies.
"This is a story... The legend of a man who had the blessings from a boundless being to be reincarnated. As he grows, he will have his success, as well as his undoing's in this hard life. A man named, Skysin Rillem."
After an arduous battle, Skysin and the large fox were viewed sauntering over the mountains of corpses, both men and monsters alike. Unclenching his black gauntlet, it displayed a peculiar platinum ring, glowing radiantly like the sun. While it continued to gleam brighter, everything slowly turned white.
Releasing a sigh of relief, Skysin chuckled with a solemn smile, "...it's finally over..."