Thunder exploded in the sky, and each lightning pierced the darkness, like the blade of fate, cutting the veins of time. Aglaiya stood on this land ravaged by thunder and lightning, her back lonely and firm, as if integrated with this broken world. There was no fear in her eyes, only indifferent emptiness, as if nothing could shake her, not even death.
Her name, like the roar of thunder, resounded in every corner of the world. She is not a hero, nor a person favored by fate. She is just a grain of sand in the rolling of fate, allowed to be eroded by wind and rain, and allowed to be crushed by the years. She never asked for anything, but just endured silently, step by step towards her ultimate goal. Her goal has never been clear, only a vague desire: to go further, to the end that seems to be free from all constraints.
Aglaiya paid a heavy price for every breakthrough. From her initial awakening to the current power of thunder, behind her is the baptism of blood and fire. Fear crushes flesh and blood. These simple words are no longer abstract concepts in her life, but countless suffocating nights and endless pain after each battle. Her body was also torn and reshaped in countless breakthroughs, gradually changing from an ordinary existence to the embodiment of thunder.
“Beast coffin nails” – these objects called weapons are no longer the breakthrough materials she needs, but the painful marks that cannot be erased from her heart. They symbolize her past struggles and her inescapable fate. Each coffin nail is nailed into the depths of her soul, reminding her that the world’s gift to her is always blood and death.
She once thought that power can bring freedom and control. However, reality responded to her expectations in a more cruel way. Her breakthrough is not only to become stronger, but also to survive in this ruthless land and become a hegemon. Behind these seemingly beautiful words, glory baptizes the body, is hidden every minute and every second of her struggle in the dark. Every breakthrough, every advancement, is like walking into a deeper maze, and every step makes her more lost.
When she stood at the highest point and looked back at her past self, she found that she had nowhere to go. She no longer remembered why she had taken this road, nor did she want to know what the end of this road was. She only knew that she could no longer stop. If she stopped, then everything would no longer belong to her. She would once again become the ordinary person trembling in the wind.
Her exclusive light cone “weaves time into gold”, which represents her desire and her helplessness. In her world, time has always been a double-edged sword. She struggles in the light and searches in the darkness. However, no matter how hard she tries, she is ultimately trapped between light and darkness and cannot escape.
Those fragments, called pieces of good fortune, seem to be a symbol of her achievements, but in fact they are a microcosm of her losses again and again. Each feather is a glimmer of hope that she grasps in the whirlpool of life, but they disappear between her fingers unknowingly. Her power cannot change her fate after all. She walked alone in this endless darkness, like a dust blown by the wind, which could be swallowed up mercilessly at any time.
Behind her, there were only countless broken souls and unfulfilled dreams. She no longer asked why she had come to this point. She only knew that staying alive was the only belief. In the world of thunder and lightning, no one could control her fate, only she herself was the only master.
When she walked towards the footsteps of fate, she knew that it was not just the road under her feet, but the traces of her journey. Every step represented her farewell to the past, and every step was her struggle and charge on the edge of life and death. She never stopped, as if there was no room for turning back.
Whether it was the materials for breakthroughs or the elements called seeds of thinking and sprouts of manas, they were no longer simple game props. They were the epitome of her life and the record of her journey. Every drop of sweat and every bit of pain were the price she paid for her struggle to become truly powerful. She had hoped that these materials would allow her to go further, but she knew that only she could decide the final outcome.
Mana Seedling, it symbolizes her endless pursuit. She is never satisfied with the status quo. She constantly wants to break through and become stronger. However, what can all this bring her? More pain, more loneliness, or more betrayal? She is no longer clear, and even begins to doubt why she should continue.
Her world is dark and cold. Every new breakthrough means that she is one step closer to death. She no longer expects, nor does she feel fear. Her heart, like the lightning in the thunder, has long been torn into countless pieces and can no longer be pieced together.
However, even so, she still stands here, facing all this, ready to face a more cruel fate. Her story is no longer just her personal story, but a microcosm of all those who struggle in a ruthless world. Every pain, every battle, is a testimony to her constant challenge to fate.
She walked towards thunder, towards death, but also towards eternity.