(Slightly unhinged + Fire Punch fan fiction + No System + Slightly bizarre + A little chuunibyou + Dark)
After that, scorching flames invaded every corner of his body like maggots burrowing into bone.
Pain, torment, collapse, screams.
What was reborn: a [Blessing] or a [Curse]?
What was restored was the body, not the mind.
A rotting skeleton, its soul lost.
Performing, pretending.
A life he could never have.
What burned in his heart,
what boiled in his mind,
what drove him forward:
[The Tower]
The endless rebirth he longed for:
[The Moon]
When everything was a lie:
[The Reversed Fifth Sword]
Conflict, or reconciliation with himself?
[The Reversed Third Wand]
A lost child, a bewildered child, wandering without purpose.
[The Fool]
When everything had vanished without a trace, all that remained
was madness.
