Class from the left to the right: Musa and Ranger

Life had once been a seamless tapestry of warmth and laughter, where the days flowed gently like a river, and every moment felt like a promise of eternity.

The world had been simple, a place where kindness was the currency, and joy lingered like the scent of blooming flowers.

But the serenity shattered one fateful evening, when an act of misplaced trust turned the tide, and betrayal took root in the heart.

What was once a home of light became a shadow of what was lost, and the flames of rage began to burn where love had once resided.

Class from the left to the right: Dark Knight and Dusa

In the silence that followed, revenge took shape in the quiet spaces between heartbeats, as the truth unraveled with cold precision.

The happiness that had been stolen could not be reclaimed, but a new force emerged from the ashes—one that would tear down the illusion and expose the lies that had twisted their world.

The journey was no longer about what was lost, but what could be rebuilt from the wreckage, a new purpose born from the dark corners of betrayal. And as vengeance was met, a final truth lingered in the air: sometimes, to heal, one must first burn away everything that came before.

Class from the left to the right: Dark Knight and Dusa

~ Irishtia