Something changed in this broken and desolate world; it could be felt through the whole existence. A man-shaped void appeared in the tapestry that is known as life, something that was external to the world at large. That anomaly lopsided the ability to see and interact with fate as if the whole world was in a state of disarray. That anomaly was born from desire for freedom, but unbeknownst to the one who made a wish, it only brought despair. And from that despair, a seed was born. Nourished by tears and blood spilled on the forgotten temple. Until then, it bloomed, and everything changed.

[Welcome to the Theater of Shadows, ██. ]

Shadow Slave Reaction fic.