According to ancient legend, there have always been five types of orbs since the creation of the universe. Some say they were gifts bestowed upon the world as a result of divine wrath or mercy. Others claim they are nothing more than the reflection of human rage, sent down as a curse from gods long forgotten.
Forbidden Orbs, Elemental Orbs, Universal Orbs, Martial Orbs, Ancient Xhu Orbs, and the Basic Xhu Orbs each one grants its wielder different abilities and powers. But many still insist these are mere myths, born from old tales and whispers in the dark. Or perhaps... they only want to believe that.
For to acknowledge their truth would be to confront the reality that some of these orbs, when activated, flood the user's entire body with volatile Xhu energy so intense that not many human soul could endure it. And when a soul fails to contain that power, the price paid is life itself.
But what truly terrifies people is not the power. It's the price. Because once life is gone, everything else becomes meaningless.
So even if they possessed such dangerous relics, few would dare to use them. And therein lies the cruel irony there is no other path to becoming a higher being. To reach the divine, one must risk ceasing to exist.
Most deem this pursuit foolish. To strive for divinity is, by nature, to step outside of life itself. To court death for a chance at transcendence.
But Pegwalsge is not like the others.
He has seen the truth. He understands the other world the real essence of life. He has been given a chance to rewrite his destiny, to recreate his own existence. And for that reason, even if he is not yet a divine, he sees himself as one. For in his eyes, anyone who dares to shape their fate and blend it with their own being carries the potential of divinity.
He fears neither the orbs, nor the consequences of wielding them. In truth, it is because of those consequences destruction, wrath, and sacrilege that he believes he is divine.
The rebirth of a worthless demon who defied the morals of the gods that is blasphemy to both creation and faith. And it is precisely this defiance that has led Pegwalsge to believe he was meant for this path. That the universe itself chose him.
He is resolute. Determined to fulfill this fate one he mapped out during 200 long years trapped in hell.
Though he trusts his knowledge and experience, he knows this goal cannot be achieved alone. He had not died of old age in his former life he had fallen in battle. And another war was inevitable.
He would need allies again. The time had come to find them.
Pegwalsge lifted his gaze to the heavens, as if speaking to the gods themselves.
“So... my brother... was he forgiven?”
The rain trickled down his face, absorbing the coldness in his expression. Slowly, something softened. A decision had formed in his mind.
He knew where he needed to go.
But to get there... he would need to cross the sea.
Without another word, he turned toward the harbor.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk1CqbiJ4wt
The search for a ship had begun.
