"I am not good..."
Red hair that swayed in the direction of the wind, dancing over a handsome face.
A pair of golden eyes that shone like the sun, burning with resolve.
A young man made this declaration as he looked over the scene of battle.
The environment was absolutely chaotic.
Craters born from destructive techniques lay strewn across the vast expanse of land.
Dust rose in the air as the wind carried it wherever it deemed fit.
"...neither will I call myself evil, for the absence of good is not evil."
The young man looked at the sky briefly.
"What is good... and what is evil? To say that you are one with the other is fallacy," he said.
"Why do we, as creatures of our own species, seek to be seen as good? There is no reward in that."
"There is even more reward in truth... the truth to oneself. The truth of one's self."
He looked at his palm, staring at their ashened surfaces.
"That is what I have sought the most, you know. The truth of myself. I have sought to know the real me. That is why I have come this far."
"I have slain so many that I have lost count in search of the truth. While some may brand me a demon incarnate. Some others have dubbed me their saviour."
"Now, I ask you this. What am I then? A man who has been called names. A demon incarnate and also a saviour. Am I good or am I evil?"
He let out a deep exhalation as if lifting a burden off his chest.
Steam oozed from the corners of his mouth, briefly shrouding his face.
He took a step forward.
Then, another step.
…And another after that.
He looked up and peered forward, sending a penetrating stare to the foe before his glistening draconic eyes.
"If I kill you... am I evil for killing you or am I good for saving the word."
"I believe the concept of good and evil is a product of perspective."
He raised his hands and clenched his fist in front of him.
He lifted clenched fist to the sky.
"All I seek is the truth. The one that answers all the questions that I have."
A giant circle appeared in the sky and then expanded to have metres of diameter.
"To be able to take hold of this truth, I must first surmount you because you are in my way."
The man, whom this redhead was speaking to, smirked.
"The dragonet has become a full fledged dragon."
The redhead man did not react either.
Instead, he continued with the technique he was about to use.
"...Ragnarok."