I once believed life a simple equation: the wealthy thrive, the impoverished endure, the unburdened soar. Yet, even the freest of birds find their wings clipped by unseen cages. In this world, no station offers sanctuary; suffering, an inescapable shadow, finds all. And in its grim embrace, all paths converge upon death.

This is not a chronicle of fleeting hope.
This is not a legend whispered of redemption.

This is the harrowing saga of a man twice shattered by the cruel hand of fate.... crushed, betrayed, mutilated. A soul condemned to an endless cycle of reincarnation, dragged back to a world that refuses to release its grip, only to fall, again and again. Each return a fresh descent into the abyss.

But will he forever kneel, a puppet to his torment? Will he remain the naive fool who clung to the illusion of kindness? Or will the fractured remnants of his being coalesce into a force the world has never witnessed? A mastermind forged in the crucible of despair. A monster destined to unravel all, even himself.

This is the tale of Veythor: the man who defied the quietude of death.
And perhaps… the man who will shatter fate itself.

As soon as Raika saw Shimi lying on the ground, his body surged forward instinctively, ready to dash into the clearing. But before he could take a step, Veythor's hand clamped around his collar, yanking him back with brutal force. Raika spun, about to shout, but a palm covered his mouth. Veythor's whisper slid coldly into his ear.


"You stupid bastard… how many times must I tell you? Don't act like a dumb beast. Can you even save yourself if you jump in there? Let alone save Shimi?"


Raika's entire frame trembled with fury. His eyes burned red, veins bulging at his temples. But after a few moments of struggle, he gave a stiff nod. Only then did Veythor's hand fall away.


Raika leaned closer, voice low and harsh. 


Chapter 22 - Dancing through the fire and fangs