In a world where fear is called coincidence,
Countless choices converge toward one inevitable end.
Amidst the intertwining threads of tragedy and loss,
Who can erase the tainted past?
I wither through eternity,
Humming an elegy beneath the weight of civilization.
The ever-shifting hands upon the chessboard
Orchestrate every scene—
God Keys, the Overseer, Stigmata, the Honkai…
A paradox of time and reason,
Where divinity’s throne is quietly usurped.
Spinning an immense deceit,
Till divine blood rains from heaven into the sea.
“Every so-called blessing carries its hidden price, Otto Apocalypse.”
A faint, knowing smile curls at the edge of his lips.
“How astute. Yet the one who shall claim that debt…
…will never come.”