Description
" No Foe Can Stand In Our Wake! " His friend cried and they all shouted in blind defiance as they advance. It was relentless. It was unstoppable. It was futile. The fight had ended before it begun. Their city is razed by mutated monsters too sinister and vile too be named. The villains, they took captives. The rest are held at gunpoint. Y/N was the sole survivor of the assault and he felt fear for the first time in a long stream of years. It climbed and spiked him harder than the whip that struck his back. He knew that nobody can help him. Not in this pit of death. Not even the angels, god's mercy neither even the regal heroes can help him. He didn't want this. He wanted to die there, on his homeland, besides his friends. But such simple wish too hard to be achieved. Staring on his reflection is all he could do, remembering the flickers of the past despite how little clarity it gives. There were so much suffering and death over the course of time, so many people still traumatized by the memories, so many in need of medical assistance and so many more need a beacon of hope amidst them. Y/N stepped forward for the job. His gleaming visage, his powerful body and fluent movement inspired vitality wherever he went, saving many lives and brightening much more.
Prologue: Liberator
