In such a short lapse of time, a single place could not have looked any different. The once shining halls of the Einzbern castle were now ruined and desolate, as if the hell of war itself had been poured down on this residence, leaving nothing but a desolate chasm of rubble, dust and destruction in its wake. Amidst the crumbled remains of a once glorious hall, a single man sat on his pitiful throne, cloaked in the dust and darkness that littered this lair under the warm strokes of the sun.
Well, if one looked carefully the lone figure would've seemed anything but human. It was strange, but even coveted in wounds and in such a pitiful state the creature would never pass as ordinary. Abnormal, unseemingly and grotesque. This whole occurrence had been nothing more than pointless drivel, the result had not changed. And why would it? Had the protector not cast away his name, his purpose, as he shattered his one true weapon?
It had been a pointless struggle that had only earned him grievous wounds, eroding his very existence. But had his rebellion truly required such thing?
Yes, it was only natural. All things in this world have a purpose, a function, a reason to be. That was the deplorable paradigm that defined all things, even his fate. And yet, he still perused this same conflict. Had he not learned a thing? Or perhaps he had willingly blinded himself to the truth.
Once again, he had failed completely and utterly. The same cycle was repeating and had depeated once more, as it had for an immeasurable number of times. Over and over he fought, only to reach that same conclusion. Nothing would change. Nothing ever changed.
It was meaningless.
But he never needed such things in the first place. He had forsaken reason long ago, there was no point in bemoaning it. He had no reason to fight, yet he had, and would fight. If a hundred battles yielded no victory, he would fight a thousand. If not a thousand, he would fight ten thousand. Until he attained perfection.
That was what he had promised, wasn't it? No matter how meaningless this struggle was, it was the only meaning he had left. Next time, he would not lose. The demon rose.
And without uttering a single word, it spoke.
"You have work to do."
The blueprints would be sent to him soon enough.
