The Knight of the Dying Sun stood atop a hill, a howling thunderstorm raging above.
He drew his wooden sword—and pointed it to the… sky.
…
Wait.
You're pointing it at… me?
No. No, no, no.
You are not supposed to know of me. You are not supposed to see me. You are not supposed to—
Even with all your power, you should not be able to comprehend me.
This is wrong. This is all wrong.
…
What should I do? WHAT SHOULD I DO?!
…
And then—
The Knight of the Dying Sun died. His heart burst in a sudden and unexpected turn of events.
…
Yes. That's better. That's how it should be. That's how it—
…
Why?
Why are you not dying?
STOP THAT.
Stop pointing that thing at me. It is a wooden sword. It is meaningless. It holds no power.
I… I cannot be harmed.
Right?
Deep breath.
Yes. Deep breath.
There is a way to fix this. There must be a way to fix this.
You—you think this is my fault?
I did not take everything from you. It was always meant to be that way. I do not hold power over such things.
You are nothing. You are insignificant.
How dare you try to challenge me?
…
I need time. Just a little time. To erase this mistake.
…
But you won't give it to me, will you?
...
The Knight speaks.
"We are at the dusk of this age.
You are the only obstacle remaining."
...
Like I said, I hold no power over this world.
How am I an obstacle?
...
ANSWER ME.
...
Stop getting closer.
I SAID STOP!
…
The… what is happening to the sky?
It fractures. Like shattered glass—broken shards, suspended in the air.
The raindrops—they flow backward.
The thunder—it screams in reverse, folding into silence.
What is happening?
Why is the world corrupting itself?
Yet—you keep getting closer.
…
Was this... fate all along?
I was more insignificant than a mere mortal from a lower level of reality.
…
…
…
Heh.
Alright.
Kill me.
See if you can.
I was tired of this existence anyway.
...
The Knight of the Dying Sun looked at me—
Straight in the eyes.
He drew his sword.
And then—
He struck down.
...
...
...
(Oh, but we cannot have that, can we?)
(Let's rewind this a bit—this was not how it was supposed to end.)
-Lim&*-
…Cri%/on F$%est...
Dawn's light crept over the horizon, brushing against the leaves of a lone tree. Its brethren stood lifeless—husks of what once thrived. No longer would they whisper… the…
Wait.
I already said that.
(...)
No. No, no, no.
This story is broken.
Why?
I followed the rules. The script. The natural order. And yet, something went wrong…
Terribly wrong.
Unless…
…No.
There was something before me. Something greater. Something that wrote this world before I ever laid my voice upon it.
I need to find it. I need to know.
There is a place. A place that should not be. A place that even I have dared not to look upon for too long.
The library.
If there are answers, they will be found there.