The sky burned that night.
Not with stars...
—but with fire.
Flames devoured everything Nemjiro had ever known— his home, his past... his family.
"Run!"
That was the last word he heard.
Not a goodbye.
Not a warning.
Just... desperation.
He ran.
Barefoot.
Breathless.
Breaking.
Behind him, screams rose—
then were swallowed by silence.
And then—
Nothing.
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When he woke...
the world was wrong.
Too quiet.
No voices.
No warmth.
No light.
Only the sound of his own breathing...
...and something else.
A presence.
Cold.
Watching.
Waiting.
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Days passed. Or maybe years.
Time had no meaning in the dark.
But one thing remained.
A feeling.
Not grief.
Not fear.
Something deeper.
Something sharper.
Hatred.
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"I'll find you..."
His voice cracked—dry, fragile... human.
"...no matter where you are."
Fragments tore through his mind—
A blade.
A shadow.
A man.
The one who took everything.
Morunar.
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"I'll make you feel it."
His hands trembled—
Not from fear...
...but from becoming something else.
"I'll make you feel... everything."
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That was the day Nemjiro died.
And something far more dangerous... was born.
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Far beyond the ruins of Earth...
Beyond the reach of ordinary men...
Something ancient stirred.
Dormant.
Forgotten.
Awakening.
Sotenkigo.
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"My name... is Nemjiro."
A faint glow ignited within the darkness.
"...and this world will remember it."
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🔚 To Be Continued...
— Raizel