Between the intermittent illusory appearances, he was like the king of the dark night that shimmered and transformed continuously in the darkness.
He enjoyed soaring freely, shuttling through the void.
Finally, he had made a breakthrough at the end. Space could no longer constrain him. He had found the path that belonged to him.
He was going to become a space runner, or even a space guardian.
The daggers were nothing but a key that guided him in this world. His true martial soul was not the pair of daggers, for sure. He was the dragon of the space-time continuum. He was the master of overlapping shadows which would appear whenever space-time underwent violent changes. However, he was the loneliest among the dragons where he was once the shadow guardian of the Dragon God.
He was a shuttler, just an illusion. He was a person of countless changes.
