HSR Lightcone DB

In that hidden experiment, various illusions constantly surged forward, pulling at his steps. The seductive whispers beckoned him to give up on that treacherous topic, for what reason was there to gamble his life? The cold, threatening voice declared that those who walk the edge of life and death will ultimately burn their lives away. Then there were the angry accusations, shouting to cast the blasphemer — the one who had desecrated the gods — into an execution grounds most cruel. "The performance of life, too, must eventually reach the curtain call." He closed his eyes, grasped the divine flame, and let the pain drown his fading soul. First, his resolute gaze. Then, his beating heart. The complete soul... He threw himself willingly into that most pure and intense flame to be used for the smelting— The voices bubbled and then became silent. In the darkness, the brilliant truth began to take shape in his hands.