When the stars aligned on the horizon, during the third blink of the solar, a soft, caressing voice had whispered to her.

“My child…They stole my precious child…”

The revelation shattered her heart, as though breaking it into ten fragile pieces. A shadow loomed, vast and oppressive, casting its presence over her entire being. Ached, her tears falling like radiant blue drops into the void of nothingness. Even the cure purple moon, once a source of solace, darkened into a menacing red. In the end, she granted her own child — Her revered tear. —

Recorded At Third Blink, Esta.

Beneath the weight of a dark, rain-soaked sky, a young man stood alone, his dirty shirt clinging to his thin frame, his hands and feet raw and bleeding from the harsh ran.

“Huff, huff… Finally… I’m free.” After a long run in the storm, he was trying to catch his breath. “Goodbye, damn prison. I swear on my life I’ll never see your black wall again!” He exclaimed.

Eighteen years…

Damn, I spent eighteen years in that dark and oppressive jail. He unjustly cursed for committing no sins only because the Church had filled the continent with fanaticism and blind faith.

But now he was free, and no one could take that back from him.

He knew he needed to find a place to stay for the night and plan his journey north, where true freedom awaited. Glancing down, he noticed his legs trembling beneath him and silently pleaded with them to hold on a little longer.

Should he take the road? No, the jailers would have already noticed his absence. Perhaps they had even sent the Church’s judgment after him.

He looked back to see if anyone was following him, but there was nobody there.

“Nah… I’m just being paranoid. It’s been an hour and this heavy rain has washed away all traces.” He said as swept his leg along the ground, attempting to erase his tracks in the rain.

Unfortunately, the world has treated him poorly.

A figure stood on the hill, its rain-soaked black cloak blending seamlessly with the stormy sky. Its eyes glimmered with an eerie blue light, fixed intently on him.

Thunder! Lightning shone the sky. Two shadows collided on the ground.

He stumbled backward, startled, his mind racing. What on earth was that? Those glowing eyes—terrifying and unrelenting. Was this a jailer or a judge?

“Who are you?” The Cloak-man asked, sound blurred with rain.

He’s not a jailor. He doesn’t recognize me. “I’m nobody, just lost on the mountain. Do you know how to get out?”

“Lost, here? Again! Who are you?” Cloak-man eyes glowed brighter.

Thunder rumbled, its voice creeped into his heart. The prisoner stayed silent.

What is this situation? How can I escape? What should I do? He knocked on a shaking leg, fighting back his fear.

Cloak-man lost his patience. “No answer? Fine! I’ll find it myself.” He then pulled out a majestic book from under his cloak. Church symbols and magic crystals adorned the book.

When the prisoner caught sight of the book, his senses were immediately reawakened. Without thinking, he instinctively rubbed his wrist, which bore a black angel tattoo, a sign of prisoner’s mark.

He knew that book. It was a holy book. It connected to the holy tower system, which judged all rules and laws without testimony. The Cloak-man is a Saint who possesses God’s whisperer.

His eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope. He still had a chance. Out of everyone, he was the luckiest one. This opportunity belonged to him alone. Karma had no control over him. He stared at the holy book as he adjusted his legs. When the Whisperer used the book, I will create a distraction and run as fast as I can.

The book activated and emitted a soft glow. It illuminated everything around. In this moment, he could see clearly. Within the cloak, there was a captivating woman. She had flowing hair and piercing eyes. She was adorned with a crusader’s attire.

His eyes widen The Whisperer is a woman. he raised his arms, “Though I may be a prisoner, I am not a sinner. Please, consider setting me free.”

“A prisoner, huh! Finally, you speak. Do you think I’m blind? I noticed your prison attire from the beginning, but now it’s too late. Prepare yourself for punishment,” she retorted. Pointing the book towards him, a bright light shone.

A light beam shone on the prisoner, revealing his form. Child with long wet hair obscured his face, dressed in worn-out clothes that were covered in age marks and had been repaired numerous times.

A monotonous voice from the holy book declared, “Evaluate End, No Sin,” causing her beautiful brow furrowed in confusion.

Thunder! A flash illuminated the dark world.

With lightning speed, the Prisoner dashed, contemplating his next move. Should he venture into the forest on the right or explore the expanse of the vast glassy field on the left? In the heat of the moment, he instinctively veered his body towards the right.Hah! Into the woods is always the best choice. I can use the dark shadows and create false trails.

“Stop!” She reached hand out, but her legs stood still. “Why Holy book evaluated ‘no sin‘, everyone in continent should have one guidance at least send the word free, compensate, or death… Besides that.” She gazed at the tattoo on his wrist. Black angel.

“Cursed...? You are the Cursed child!” Her eyes widened in shock. “You were born in The Prison.” watching him disappear into the woods. She bent her knees, swoosh, dashed off, and sprinted right after.

Swoop, Thud, Thud, Thud. He dashed through the forest, his head lowered, evading the protruding tree bark. “Yes, it’s me. My whole life, people have been calling me the ‘Cursed child.’ But I want you to understand that I’m not a monster. I’m a little different, nothing more!” His voice echoed through the wood as he sprinted, causing branches to snap create the trail. He then veering left and then turning right. discovered a gap between a fallen tree trunk. He pressed himself as closely as possible against the tree. Turned himself into shadow.

The sound of human gave back to nature, only a faint heartbeat of a tiny child in the wood. Rain poured down on the damp and puddles, with every drop reflected the lonely thought of him.

Just gotta think, think, think, my self. What that crazy priest babbled on about their saint, their god’s whisperer. First, avoid fighting. Do not retaliate. God will judge your sins immediately. Second, they have to follow the Holy Words of the whisperer’s book. What was the last one? I can’t remember. The last…

Splash! Splash, thud, thud, crack. The sound of footsteps vibrated through the damped ground.

“Reveal yourself. I am aware of your presence.” Voice boomed.

Hah. Seriously? Are you a rookie? If you talk like that, nobody’s coming out. Gotta do something to get her outta here. He picked up a rock, aiming it at a cluster of trees far away. For the good karma of my last life, please get hit. Then he hurled it.

As if the sky answered his thoughts.

Thunder! light shone on the sky.

Crack! The stone hit its mark.

A group of birds suddenly cackled and flew out of the forest. A flash of lightning appeared, casting their shadow that seemed to be moving as if it were alive.

“So, you were there.” Without hesitation, she darted towards that path, disappearing deeper into the forest, unaware of the man hiding between the tree.

Gradually, he emerged from his hiding spot, his gaze shifting to the vast, grassy fields stretching out before him. As he assessed his surroundings, the realization struck him. He couldn’t stay in the forest any longer. She would search every inch of this dense forest. Left with no other choice, he turned and began making his way in the opposite direction.

Despite the dampness and the rainstorm battering the field of tall grass that lay ahead, it seemed like the perfect hiding place. Its height could easily conceal a little man, and with that in mind, he crouched down as low as possible and started moving. I hope the grass will hide me as I go.

Time seemed to crawl by, each second feeling like a rat spun on the endless wheel. It rolled by, with seconds evolving into minutes, and minutes stretching into an hour. The rain poured down. Thunder boomed from time to time.

I’m safe. What a scare! My heart feels like it’s about to shatter. Raising his head to survey his surroundings Then, he reached down and casually picked up a wet rock, absently rubbing it between his fingers as his mind lingered. Why had she come to such a deserted area? Was she here to complete a quest or perhaps to slay monsters? It seemed odd that she was alone. Perhaps her companion was nearby.

But his train of thought couldn’t last long. His body trembled as he heard a thunderous voice booming from the sky.

“I have found you, cursed child!” The Whisperer shouted. She lowered her hood. With a stern expression and piercing eyes, she stared at him. Rain poured down on her face, and her wet hair stuck to leaves, obscured her face. She appeared like a creature from the depths of the forest.

Curse me! She also can fly too. That is not fair. I’m a prisoner, never even considering or attempting to reach the sky. Yet you possess the ability to fly.

He rose his hands up, “I have done nothing wrong. Please spare me,” he pleaded. But his message couldn’t reach her. In fact, it only provoked more anger within her.

“You tricked me into that forest, isn’t that enough? And that black angel of you...” Her eyes shone, the air and rain swirled around her. She drew a clean and sturdy sword from its sheath. Cling! cling, cling, Raindrops touched the blade and flowed along it, causing the sword to gleam, eager to slice through its target’s skin. She tightened her grip on the sword, preparing to strike.

Their gazes locked. Fine! Let’s fight. Not only do you possess a skill.