[Try to be all Arcane and all Masked Human Body] + [May be slow to warm up] + [Integrate the world view of some Arcana and Knights]
They come from different galaxies, but they also hold the forbidden light.
The star core spread and collapsed like a tide. They crushed the apostles of destruction time and time again and saved civilizations they had never met before. In the cheers, the body of light was indestructible, but after the light faded, they huddled in the corner of the ruins, with holes deeper than the star abyss in their eyes.
Every life-and-death battle is just to repeatedly confirm that you are still "alive" in the rescue. They say that light is only a bond, but the end of the bond is a hometown that can never be returned; they say that fighting is a mission, and the end of the mission is only deeper emptiness.
Until one day, amidst the flashing warning sound of the timer, a young man finally spoke hoarsely:
"Who are we if we are no longer needed?"
