Prologue (1)::

  - A drop of wine mingled with the joy of a rose garden -

  Stab, stab, stab (stabbing)!!.

  One by one, red roses broken from their stems fell to the floor. Some were broken from their stems, some were stabbed, and some were completely sliced apart. Dozens of liters of blood stained the floor. Cutting, slashing, or stabbing... All of that ultimately only stained the floor of the luxurious ballroom, which was warm but also lacked a definite atmosphere.

  Stems without buds were scattered on the floor, as were the petals that scattered when the imperial monster swung his sword expressionlessly at them.

  A dark red sky was now painted across the sky... A planned chaos was underway. "His world" had lost its axis. Fresh, pungent, and pungent blood flowed profusely on the surface of the tiles with their distinctive patterns.

  The faint aroma of wine spilled on their bodies became a marker of who among them was still alive. Zorian let none of them live. The feast of madness had just begun...

  Before he could utter a word, STAB!!. Zorian stabbing someone throat.

  "...--"

  The balloon filled with red liquid burst, the blade of the sword pierced through to his back, the balloon completely deflated.

  His expression was always and often flat, as if he had no soul. The rotting body was still firmly stuck on the sword. The "souls" pulled at the insides and gnawed at every part of his pale body. Zorian impatiently waited for the sword to release its "self" from the body of the corpse he had stabbed.

  Meanwhile, behind Zorian's back... Rats scattered to flee or hide. Blow after blow landed on the sturdy locked door.

  Rehema (Rhema), a legendary sword thirsty for decaying souls. The sword Zorian used to "hunt" humans. Fragments of "soul" auras or black shadows flickered and faithfully accompanied the distinctive sword at his side. Dirty and rotten souls were his food and his madness.

  Zorian showed no expression, completely barren and dark. Occasionally, he would only glance sharply at his prey.

  A high sense of boredom and excessive disgust gnawed at Zorian's body. The whites of his eyes had turned black, orange irises like a scorching sun in black sky with red clouds appear. The hidden layer of Zorian's figure appeared on the surface, it was time to emerge... His level of cruelty increased rapidly with all his evil desires.

  "... It's annoying to see such a romantic scene! How could you just go along with it?." Zorian was annoyed.

  He was still mourning the death of Itzayana, even though it had passed... Some of them were provoking Zorian's emotions to flare up. That was Zorian's purpose; jealousy was not the root of his current motive for annihilation.

  He would guard each layer with all his strength...

  "Where is your heart, you fool!? You're really looking to die. Instead of mourning, you're showing off your affection!." Silence answered his question; no one understood the level of the words Zorian spoke. The rats were still scurrying away.

  TAP... TAP... He step forward.

  "AAaa...--" screamed a woman.

  Zorian pulled his sword from the nobleman's heart, the poor body lying with blood flowing out.

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  TAP... TAP... TAP...

  Zorian stepped forward towards where a female nobleman was trembling and terrified. She was the only female nobleman left.

  "Ughtt...--!!." A black negative aura from the sword's "souls" formed a random circle around the neck of the noblewoman who had just been stabbed.

  No matter what, he was already insane!. She thought.

  "So stupid." The strong aroma of wine made Zorian's body a little dizzy.

  "You. Are you just as stupid!?." Just a few centimeters from her nose, the noblewoman's eyes widened in horror.

  She didn't feel the pain of the sword being pulled out of her body... Pain and death mixed together.

  Something had disappeared from the woman, her heart had been torn apart... Drop by drop, fresh blood dripped from the tip of the sword, soaking her dress.

  "Your rotten husband has rotted along with his deeds." The light yellow eyes with red and orange behind the white iris; stared sharply and fiercely at the prey, their gaze melting into intimidation.

  Thump... The noblewoman's thighs were pinned to her inner knees, sitting helplessly with tears streaming from her eyes. "Forgive me---!!" Her voice was hoarse with pleading.

  "I was involved--" SLASHH... Zorian slashed the woman's chest again with his ancient sword (Rehema), fed up with pleasantries. The noblewoman's life had evaporated.

  "Only your blood can unite, what a pity." His sharp gaze was still fixed on the fresh blood flowing out.

  Fwoosh.... TAP, TAP... SLASH ...

  TAP... TAP... SLASH... SLASH, STAB!!....

  His expression remained flat, devoid of any soul. His focus was solely on killing efficiently. The rats that scattered or hid were quickly dealt with by the sharp swing of his sword. The blades of hellfire split their skin.

  "...--!!".

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  "Hah... Ha..." PRANGG, Zorian deliberately dropped his sword. Regulating his breathing...

  The negative aura of the "souls" increasingly gnawed at his body, frustration and sadness... Creating a different appearance; black waterfall-like hair, a black canvas with two glowing red & orange behind light yellow iris, cracks formed on the surface of his warm skin; the golden lava appearing all over his body with excruciating pain.

  'What a satisfying feast.' Zorian thought, his expression hardened.

  [Zorian Lychnis Carthach Arzaan, a mad tyrant who is only tame when with his wife, Itzayana Ramona and a well-known figure devoid of empathy. ]

  [His humanity buried beneath a heavy inhumanity. He stripped away all his humanity to achieve a power and control no one else could attain. Zorian never humanized people. His humanity and empathy have vanished and rusted away. His wild, savage nature truly exceeds normal limits; he is impulsive yet also methodical.]

  The breath that was interrupted for a long time, exhaled again slowly. His breath was getting short.

  [Has no genuine empathy, with his red iris; he viewing others as tools and threats rather than as human beings with feelings. His concern is limited to the personal desire to control and conquer Itzayana Ramona, who leads him in unexpected directions—a person who constantly challenges, questions, and provides the spark for his ambition to keep burning. To him, Itzayana is irreplaceable and invaluable. Itzayana understands everything; she is the only one who sees Zorian as a human being with all his fears.]

  No one knows what the end will be after his obsession with "conquering" Itzayana. Boredom always gnaws at Zorian, and his ego can never be easily satisfied. [Basically, the eternal fire will keep burning, but it still needs "gas" to burn even more fiercely. "Use fire to tame fire."]

  [Zorian will always return to Itzayana, for he is the very definition of home. His humanity may have vanished and rusted away, but what little of it that remains is stored within Itzayana.]

  [Itzayana was his. Itzayana existed for him. His dependence on Itzayana fueled his growing obsession.]

  After stopping running, a member of the Veiled Force informed. "Sir, we found empress's body."

  Zorian body freeze hear that.

  [Itzayana gave him the "true color" of the sky, erasing the natural red sky of Zorian's and making her the object of his obsession. The eternal fire was rekindled and grew fiercer. Little by little, the "fuel" was poured. The fire that grew was not from drops of gasoline, but from drops of dark obsession.]

  [Not just her body, but almost everything about Itzayana. Zorian thirsted for all of it, and he would justify any means to achieve it. Everything about Itzayana was everything to him. He could melt down, reshape, and subjugate the world for Itzayana. Itzayana was the center, the very core of everything within Zorian. But Itzayana didn't always agree and submit to Zorian. She always stood on her own two feet, being herself no matter what. Without Itzayana, Zorian was the world's destruction. The world would be a mess if he lost Itzayana.]

  Itzayana is his possession, which he must protect and guard with every effort. He would build the strongest iron fences to protect that once-in-a-lifetime crystal flower, a flower that is fragile yet also exceedingly rare...

  [Zorian's cruelty and ruthlessness show that he has lost the moral boundaries and empathy required of a human being... In the eyes of liars, Zorian is a vicious monster who hunts them down with a predatory gaze.]

  [Zorian's primary "prey" are those who are guilty or sinful. He is the strongest and most unstoppable emperor of the western realm. His only weakness is Itzayana, his wife. The world is merely a chessboard to him, every piece in place moves at its own time. There is only one piece he cannot control but guards, and that is the queen piece beside him (the king piece).]

  "Guide me to her body." He said coldy. The member nodded quickly.

  [... The destruction of the world lies in the destruction of Itzayana herself, and that has not yet been handed over.]