Death of an angel, birth of a demon.
June 19, Korean Folk Town.
It is almost time, I can fell it, my swords are calling out to me and my scrolls are pulsing with power… In a few hours it will all be over, my friends, my hopes, my dreams, everything I have will be lost. And yet, I feel no regret, no fear…nothing, in these last hours I feel absolutely nothing…So this, is how death feels like? This…feeling of nothingness, is this what it means to die?