In Flain's mind, 1,000,000 quadrillion years had passed—yes, you heard that right, 1,000,000 quadrillion. Flain was mentally 1,000,000 quadrillion years old.
Flain had spent those 1,000,000 quadrillion years drowning in thoughts, contemplating essentially everything. Any normal person would have gone insane after just a few years, but that wasn't the case for Flain.
At first, he cursed everything—Darkness, his own mind, his inability to break free—but gradually, his heart grew completely cold.
Even revenge became secondary to him. What would he do after revenge?
He discovered what truly fills life—it was power, strength, and dominion over others.
Once, he believed that revenge was stylized justice, the only flame that fueled his steps. But the more years he spent alone, the clearer he saw that revenge was nothing more than a reflection of his weakness. And when he shattered those chains, wings sprouted, carrying him high into the heavens.
