Somewhere on a vast continent, with many mountains high to the sky, a guy was sitting in a basement in an old and poor village. He had long black hair, a white robe, and a devastated look.
Dozens of vials and flasks for brewing potions were lying around him, along with a massive broken cauldron.
Blood trickled from the corners of his lips, but that didn't matter to him since everything he'd worked so hard to get was ruined.
He looked at the broken wooden door and muttered, "You bastards, I hate you. Why didn't you just leave me alone...? Is it really worth despising me for such a little thing..."
Saying this, he looked at his chest. Lui Bu, like all Axalts, had Spirit. However, from birth, he was different from the others. The fire burned in one of his eyes, while in the other eye, there was silence and tranquility.
