He felt like his body was about to explode, his eyes bloodshot as he vented everything out.
Feathered arrows shot out from his wings.
The explosion drowned out the noise of those mocking voices around him, and his world finally quieted down.
He doesn't remember how long he killed; it seemed like an army came by afterward.
Someone pointed a gun at him.
Someone cursed and threatened him.
He just wanted everyone to shut up!
An even stronger light burst from his body, and explosions occurred one after another.
The night gradually faded, a touch of dawn spreading on the horizon.
The city turned into ruins.
Dragging his broken wings, he emerged from the rubble, leaving a trail of bloody footprints, and the first gentle ray of morning sun fell on his face.
Against the light, he saw a young man.
A slender, white hand stretched out from the light.
"Hello, my name is Yuze. Do you want to join the Mysterious Guild with me?"
"Okay."
