Ten years before the manifestation of the first quirk, a glowing child from China, the world has undergone its first change.
Gates opening into various dungeons led to the surfacing of the primordial type of people, called Awakened, or Hunters, the...
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0一 no longer human
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THERE WILL ALWAYS BE DARKNESS simmering beneath the goodness of the world. Waiting, biding its time and watching for the opportunity to strike.
Such a concept was something that the Shadow Monarch was overly familiar with, having been the target of acts of the same nature a long time ago.
But he was questioning, how long of a time has it really been? He didn't know. The flow of time was different in the Chaos World in comparison to Earth's.
He remembered his last moments on the green and blue planet, sunken to the ground, tired, mana running out and blood seeping from beneath his tattered clothes, yet the proud expression he wore back then was a reminder that he, at least, saved his home.
The fight with the Dragon Emperor had been taxing, and now that he thinks back on it, he doesn't know that the choice he made in its aftermath was the best.
For Earth and those that he vowed to protect, it was. But for him?
Such questions clouded his mind and he was often lost in them, unable to come up with a satisfying answer.
Only with his ever loyal soldiers as companions, the Shadow Monarch wandered the sparse valleys of this strange world, not quite home and not quite death.
Death. The thought amused him now. As its sovereign, he was not affected by the passage of time. He remained at a standstill, always twenty six in appearance yet hundreds of years wiser.
He grouped such phenomena changes as side effects of the merging between his soul and the one of the former Monarch.
Ashbourne was him and he was Ashbourne.
There was no denying such things. The black heart beat strongly in his chest, pumping both blood and mana, confirming that yes, the things that happened to him were not just a vivid dream.
His mind drifted once more to the circumstances of his arrival in the Chaos World and a smile, wry and oh so very tired, spread itself on his youthful face.
The Fragments of Briliant Light proposed a few solutions to his predicament. Because he was more monster than human, and remaining on Earth will cause it more harm than good. The first suggestion was to make him forget; turn back time and reverse everything, but the risks of such actions were grand, and he was not known for gambling with unknowns. The second of the lot, the one he ended up picking, was for him to come to the world of pure mana and finish his job; sweep up every last remnant of the Dragon Emperor's army and allies.
And now, long, grueling years later, he stood, in the middle of the battlefield, adorned in armour made of pure darkness, a helmet that resembled a crown and a long, pitch black cape trailing behind him, watching the aftermath of giving his army free reign to fight, as if biding his time was going to make a difference.
