I stop at nothing to kill him, to take his eyes.
I spare no effort to protect him, and those eyes, too.
The Sorcerer's Throne shattered into three pieces, and the System sealed my powers as punishment.
Only by obtaining the Clear-Sighted Eyes can I break the seal and reclaim the throne.
This deal with the System cannot be undone. It must be completed.
Raise the prey in captivity, conceal my true purpose.
In this master-and-disciple drama, I am the hypocritical wolf.
I have been trapped in these twenty years by my own desire,
but why...
Was it the love of this sworn enemy that finally saved me from this endless cycle?
Author's note: This is my first work. Please give me a little encouragement so I can keep writing new stories. I'd be truly grateful!
Theme: Amid the wailing multitudes and blood-soaked city, all it takes is one thought to save the people.
It looks pretty good. I'll save it for later and read it after I wake up.