[COMPLETED] Everything around him was blurry. His body aching painfully despite the common fact that his ancient power should've healed his wounds by now. Cale couldn't even utter a low whine when he felt his wrist burn at the painful friction of the rope that was tying him. "Cale." The redhead looked at the source...
"The blood moon appears, under those who live in here, the dream will repeat."
>[[COMPLETED]]< Everything comes with a price. That is the basic knowledge in the world. Years after the war, the redhead had finally reached his dream of slacking off. Yet he did not know it will come to this. Former Commander Cale Henituse is dying, and everyone realized it too late.
Loved ones visit you in the form of butterflies, Or that's what he said. Inspired by reiurinquan's post from Twitter.
Cale knew that he died, right after a few minutes after the White Star stabbed him a dagger coated with dead mana just like how he stabbed the other with the World Tree dagger. So it came to an initial shock for him to wake up inside a train that continued to run throughout galaxies, a man in a white coat in front of...
The war with the White Star had finally ended and Cale is living his slacker life at its best along with a little farming here and there. Cale is contented, even if every other day there are some shoutings and playful giggles coming from the children, it's fine as long as there is no serious shit that are supposed to...
>[[COMPLETED]]< "You were my greatest piece Khun-san." "And I will still be till the end of my time, Bam." "𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕." ~𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚣