Numbers x Casket

Being abandoned by his very own blood, the world stripped him of everything, his glory, his weapon, his beloved and even his name was taken away. He tried to reclaim what were rightfully his but the people already treated him as an outcast.

With nothing left to do, he strode towards the place of no return and as he reached the deepest part by accident, he found a sealed casket with an unusual question engraved on its lid.

"If the world's destruction would be put in the palm of your hand, how would it end?"

Thousands of choices, hundreds of possibilities, and tens of answers, yet just one of these was certain.

"I'll carve it with my enemies' blood," he uttered underneath the moonless sky.

On his hand was a blade made of glass, dripping with a crimson, sticky substance. In an era where war was an everyday occurrence and death was nothing but a mere consequence of being weak, his journey towards the labyrinth of revenge had begun.