A realm rife with ghosts, monsters and unimaginable vile creatures; a nightmare coming to life where death and danger lurked in every corner. Betrayal, deceit, oppression; powers beyond what humans were capable of. Any of that was enough to scare someone witless, yet for some odd reason, Noir remained unfazed.
Even as a newbie, he had been able to control his reaction toward these horrifying occurrences that would have normally shattered one's three views.
He did not fear, did not panic even as death brushed across his shoulders.
And then there was Lucius— the black cat who had unexpectedly become his divine prop right after his first Cycle.
When Noir heard it introduce itself for the first time, the first thought that crossed his mind was, "How come it sounds way better than mine?"
An inexplicable displeasure and dissatisfaction arose, as if the black cat was to be blamed for this random unfairness.
