In the middle of wasteland, a battlefield was unfolding.

Brigades of full-plated army were charging from the west in great fortitude.

The number alone easily exceed millions; it was all of the forces that they, the humans, could muster.

Their collective steps were so loud, that huge tremor was occurring towards the direction they move.

It was a sight of a great terror, for the world’s bravest and most ruthless had clustered into the same battlefield, fighting for their life.

There was nothing that could stop their charge.

In the direction where they were charging,

There was a lone man, cladded with a set of jet-black armor; his standing posture was menacing and as solid as a mountain.

His view was locked on the horizon above, where the mixture of red and violet beautified the sky.

Under the mask, a man was flowing in tears and regret.

It was a sight of a wretched person whose soul had been broken.

If a normal person were to see his state at this moment, they would probably pity him.

There was a contrast between himself and the threatening appearances of his external armor exuded.

Roaring gallops could be heard as the cavalry was nearing to a close distance,

The man closed his eyes and brought his head down, while his hands were clenched tightly.

A dust of white and black starts rising from inside the ground and was materialized into a weapon in each hand.

On his right hand was a bright-white javelin that was without blemish.

On his left, a black-hilted sabre with a crimson red blade.

He opened his eyes, his irises changed into a bright red color and he was gasping heavily.

There was not a tinge of his humanity left.

At that moment, he was akin to a berserker who had sold his soul to a demon.

A contracted demon that reigned over death,

No. He was none other than The Reaper who would bring end to humanity.

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The Great War had ended, it lasted for days and nights.

Millions of corpses had lied down on the barren land, lifeless.

There was no sign of life, aside from the man who wore the jet-black armor.

He used his white javelin to stab the last corpse he killed,

His weaponry and armor was unscathed and took literally no damage from the outside.

Not even the blood from his adversary smeared his equipment, like it had rejected them.

The depiction of him standing above others were nothing but terrifying to witness.

The great tremor had turned into a silent battlefield,

Even the wind did not dare to blow at this particular moment.

Then he released both of his grip,

He kneeled on the ground, his knee was supporting him from falling down.

His weaponry dissipated into the thin air.

The exhaustion was greatly taxing his body; his spirit was no longer burning like a flame.

Looking up to the scenery in front of him, he could see the corpses and its blood was piercing his nose with undesirable pungent smell.

‘In the end, I had destroyed the world’

‘In the end… I had forsaken the justice I upheld before’

A small mutter came out from his mouth, it was also the sound of his heart.

A bottomless sadness, that erupted inside his mind.

After that, he looked at the night sky.

The glistening stars in the wasteland painted it beautifully.

Somehow, his grief was lightened from that scenery, but was far away from erasing it.

He took all the time he wanted to look at the sky in solitude,

Then he raised his index finger up above, as if he wanted to touch the stars.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

Letting out words in a gentle voice, he closed his eyes.

At that moment, a ball of azure fire was falling down from the sky and was dropping itself towards the man in high velocity.

As it made contact with the ground, the flame was expanding in an explosive rate and quickly soared to the surrounding land.

The corpses was quickly burned into dust, as if their existence was eaten by the flame.

It was also burning the man, he had let its blaze scorches the caster.

Although, even the azure flame that had eaten those corpses were not able to fulfill his wish of killing him painlessly.

It had to weaken his flesh ever slowly in an excruciating pain, as if he was being cleansed of his sins in a purgatory.

Then… His life was slowly dying down, until he was devoid of it.

Rain was pouring heavily, celebrating the aftermath of the battle which had exterminated all the life of this world.

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‘You have been chosen’

A voice came about from the abyss,

It was talking to him.

All of his senses were numbed, he couldn’t move anything.

Then a bright light covered all the darkness around him.