Thunder roared, yet the purple figure remained dazzling amidst the crisscrossing lightning.
Violet eyes like gem stones merely gazed at him without emotion.
Such lofty eyes, as if never considering himself in their view.
The ashes in his hand scattered in the fierce wind.
With lightning howling, the old man drew his weapon.
It was a pistol.
"Do you know how difficult survival is?"
"Do you know that in a world of despair, just surviving and bringing hope to others is such a great thing?"
"Do you know how hard they have worked to sustain this world?"
Attempting to move a being that seems akin to a deity with words.
Yet all words are insignificant and small in the thunder's roar.
"I have witnessed countless rises and falls of civilizations, the birth and demise of empires, over endless ages, and only mortal ignorance is eternal. But amidst the curses' baptism, only mortals' foolishness while surviving can surpass despair."
