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“This world was devastated before I was born. A harsh, bleak place, where we live in eternal darkness. Life is a struggle, and people live without hope. How did this happen? No one will answer me directly. But they always point...to the flames.” -Silver
Iblis, the Flames of Disaster, had surrounded the world in flames. Buildings collapsed, dark clouds covered the sky, and Iblis’ minions roamed the streets. Despite all of this, there were still survivors.
Silver was one of them. Silver dreamed of defeating Iblis and restoring the world. Even though he had psychokinesis, that dream seemed impossible because he could barely use those powers. He still tried to defeat Iblis regardless.
And tonight, he was determined to do it.
