I sat down on the ground, resting my back against the shelf as I began reading the story.
In this world, over five hundred years ago, there was a god who ruled over all of them. It was said he was cruel and did not care about anyone or anything.
Throughout those years, countless rebels had appeared, all with the single task of killing the god, but none of them succeeded.
Men, children, or those with incredible talent fell. Slowly, humans and all beings of this world lost their will to fight.
That was, until he appeared.
"Arthur Val Arcain," I muttered subconsciously. "Is he the one who started that bloodline?"
I continued reading from where I stopped, finding myself entranced by the book's content.
The one who held the power over colours defeated the god of that world during his mission to kill all evil gods.
It was said that the fight ended in a mere instant. Someone who had terrorised them for years was killed instantly by the blade of a mortal.
