I am Mahulaka.
The lowest-ranking jade-waist slave is a "worm" that can't even grow wings.
Not worthy of a name, not worthy of wings, not even worthy of being remembered.
But that day in the forest, I saw a hunted Garuda.
He spread his wings, dark blue like night, with golden veins like flames,
Without thinking, I rushed out.
Little Chitose gave me a sword, gave me a name, and gave me a way to the throne.
But he doesn't know that I have died in this city many times.
Arrows, poison, blades, fire.
Every time I open my eyes, I start over again.
This time, I won't run away.
I want to go to the end of this road,
Let's see what fate has written for me.
Intention: Get rid of illusion and see the truth clearly
