Bloody Night Era

Under the bloody night, everything becomes distorted. The light will be extinguished and faith will collapse. The Holy See regards me as a heretic and wants to burn me at the stake. The followers of Chaos see me as the perfect vessel and desire to sacrifice me. But none of them understood that I, Carl, was different from them all. My power is not cursed, but innate. My path is not to fight, but to take control. When everyone was fearing the bloody night, only I saw my true reflection at the source of madness—a pure white mask of absolute rationality and an eternally pulsating core of chaos. I am the son of chaos.