In a behemoth of a cave, the winds billowed and with every wave came space rendering sounds as if a sharp sword were cutting through air, you could imagine the thrill. In the midst of the cave stood a young lad, his face so exquisite that it would put the world's top beauties to shame-probably even hanging themselves for getting the chance to see such a baffling existence.
Before him stood a fellow, well they could be said to be age mates by their looks and build. But this fellow's face had more to it and though it was ordinary, it seemed far too ashen while the handsome lad's face was rather too calm.
But who would blame the young fellow's nameless and non-noteworthiness. His name was Vincy Sparrow. He was plain to say the least- no parents, poor and left to fend for himself in this world corrupted even more by the presence of magic and cultivation. People with long lost abilities were rather terrifying- arrogant and doing whatever they wanted. Raping and murder were nothing out of the norm anymore, and yes, nothing out of the norm. This had been brought about by the concept of the jungle: SURVIVAL FOR THE FITTEST.
Vincy had been working hard for the earlier years of his life- not that he was in any way old, well in some aspects he was. He wanted to learn the art of combat which was a subservient to cultivation. Feeling that he was ready enough, after doing all kinds of odd jobs just to get enough resources, he set off to the Myriad School of Arts.
This was ranked 5th among the greatest schools in the Douff country(a strange name for a country but that's a story for another day). He lived in the outskirts of the country, Buckinga Village to be exact. He had had to travel to the middle of the country so as to try his chance in joining the school.
He had met a very handsome young man who had introduced himself as Piet. Though he felt that something was off with the young man, he did not let it get in the way of their seemingly fated relationship. He was ultimately excited when he got to know that they were heading to the same destination. Then everything started to change when they entered a cave to rest ( there were obviously no hotels nearby) and Piet suddenly stood up and confronted him with malicious intent.
Not waiting for Vincy to react, Piet raced and directly vanished into smithereens that gathered around Vincy and forcefully entered his body. Vincy groaned and rolled on the ground in pain, excessive pain! Contortions appeared on his face as a barrage of God-knows-what surged in his body. As the situation normalized, a soft voice echoed throughout the cave,
"Peace at last!"