- Reborn Revolutionary -
- Weapon Type: Staff -
This is a story of the prince before he was discarded by the king.
As he donned his regal garb, the prince thought about the truth that vanished in a pool of crimson, what the girl was about to say, and what he would have to say ere long.
That was the first time he ever doubted his father — and now, the celebrated royal regalia merely represented his own sins.
A new light. I pray it will illuminate the night, and one day, the world.
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A distant light. As it makes vows to the heart, the young light reaches out to it.
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A hollow light. The light clouds in sickness and torment, forsaking its dreams.
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A faint light. But it still shines; I pray it will burn always.
