That was a soul from a peaceful world. He had witnessed a peaceful and prosperous age. In this way, the unbearable and ugly filth was difficult to see.
He had no place to stay, and it seemed that everyone wanted him to die. After his parents died, even the humble servants dared to have evil thoughts towards him. From the moment he opened his eyes, there were only a handful of good things.
He didn't know how far he was from the beauty of the world he once lived in. He only felt pain soaking through every inch of flesh and blood in his body.
Like vultures and crows pecking at carrion, they guarded his lifeless body impatiently.
The violence and exploitation were engraved in the bones of those people, and the fog shrouded them, and he could never see the dazzling sun.
"What will you see in this,"
"What will be seen in the destruction, the wreckage, the ruins, the abyss."
Sibor Phoenix put down his pen and wrote in the long scroll that was laid out on the table. The sky was dark and covered with clouds. Then a flame fell from the sky, turned into a divine bird, and landed on Sibor's shoulder. The black feathers on the bird's body continued to burn, but it did not endanger Sibor in the slightest.
"I saw life."
"See, despair."
It was quiet and empty, and he put down his pen on the table, crisply, as if breaking the silence. He raised his eyes, his dark red eyes were looking directly at something, and it was as if he was looking through everything in this world to see something hidden.
"The flame will light up the road ahead. Although it cannot dispel the fog, it can still illuminate the path under your feet."
"Let the gods' prisoners sing for a while, and the worldly dignitaries have fun for a while."
"Until I destroy their authority."
"Until I carve fear into their bones."
