The world was still…
Silent, as if waiting for something horrifying to begin.
Amon stood before Kim, staring at him with eyes widened in terror.
He didn't understand what he was seeing…
He couldn't believe it.
Memories shattered around them like glass stabbed a thousand times,
and scene after scene exploded before Amon like a merciless storm:
— His mother's pale face as she died in his arms.
— Mary's final look before darkness swallowed her.
— His voice choking on screams no one could hear.
— The nights he spent pressing his chest, trying to stop the pain… and failing.
Amon watched it all as if Kim's soul was being torn apart right in front of him for the second time.
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Vengeance… the illusion that destroyed him
Amon saw Kim desperately cling to the idea of revenge.
He believed it was a lifeline — something to ease the fire burning inside him.
But the truth appeared with cruel clarity:
Revenge didn't ease anything.
It widened the wound.
Fed the flames.
Turned pain into a curse.
And whoever chases a curse…
Never escapes it.
They become part of it.
Amon watched — horrified — as Kim slowly began to resemble the very thing that ruined his life.
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The riddle of returning from death
Amid the broken scenes, a blurry figure appeared…
A person wrapped in faint light.
The one who brought Kim back to life the first time.
But the details were torn, the voice distorted, the face hidden behind fog.
Amon stepped back, whispering:
"Who… brought you back?
And why…?"
Kim didn't answer.
His eyes were lost in something beyond memory… beyond life itself.
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The dream that couldn't save him
Amon saw everything.
Kim…
A simple young man in a world ruled by chaos and darkness.
He didn't ask for much.
He didn't seek immortality, power, or glory.
His only dream:
To live in peace.
To see his mother safe every morning.
To hear Mary's laughter without fear.
To protect them… nothing more.
But this cruel world mocked his small dreams.
It stole them without mercy.
And with them, it stole his entire heart.
His loved ones fell one by one in his arms.
He couldn't save them…
Not even himself.
He became helpless.
Broken.
Lost among ruins.
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The birth of destruction
The memories froze.
A great silence spread — as if the universe held its breath.
Then a black crack burst from Kim's chest,
spreading quickly like the flash of a demonic storm.
The earth trembled beneath him.
The air shook around him.
Amon staggered back, terrified:
"Impossible…
This isn't human strength."
Kim slowly lifted his head…
His eyes empty, as if nothing tied him to the world anymore.
He spoke with a voice that was no longer human:
"If I cannot protect the ones I loved…
then I will destroy the world that killed them."
It was a declaration.
A decision.
An end… and a beginning.
The darkness no longer consumed him…
He became the darkness.
He became destruction itself.
And Amon…
Realized he was no longer facing a man.
But something entirely new.
Something that knew no mercy…
No retreat…
No end.
— And so, in that moment,
destruction was born from the ruins of a heart that once overflowed with love.