Life flowed through their veins, hearts beat, and the cry of a small child was heard, joy lit up everyone's hearts... and time passed.
A small child.
A rebellious teenager.
A calm young man.
One's twenties are the most important period of a person's life.
He was her first friend.
Harsh circumstances brought them together.
Shared moments.
Two souls who understood each other.
They shared the good and the bad.
Experiences multiplied.
Their friendship deepened.
But then the thunderclap struck, and the sound of thunder rang in their ears, they were torn apart as if they had never been friends.
And what was the reason?
A girl, just a little whore.
A cheap emotional manipulator, she exploited his lust, exploited the weakness hidden within him.
His desire was the cause.
How can a whore change a man's fate?
A friendship that lasted sixteen years collapsed when emotion intervened.
The first friend knew the girl well before she got close to his friend, he'd shared some experiences with her, so he was aware of her depravity.
The girl approached the second friend slowly, little by little planting "attachment to her" in his heart.
Her plan was successful, she made him a slave to his emotions.
The first friend warned him, but the second friend didn't care, he continued to follow his desires, or rather, her desires.
She was an enemy to the first friend, he knew her well, so she influenced the second friend and was the cause of the conflict between them.
The conflict continued, but the first friend tried hard to warn his brother, he paid no attention and ignored him.
What did the man's warning matter compared to the desire the girl offered?
The man was so immersed in his enslavement that he lost his common sense.
He lost his reason.
He insisted on the conflict and the struggle.
Was it his fault?
Certainly, even if she was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, the puppet itself had a will of its own, albeit a trivial one.
Perhaps this was his excuse for ending his friendship with the first friend.
The first friend felt disappointed, but in the end, there was nothing he could do, the second friend had chosen this path, so he didn't blame himself.
"If he chose that, then let him bear the responsibility for his decision." That's what the first friend thought, and his thinking was correct.
As a friend, it was his duty to warn him, and he did.
Sixteen years of steadfastness crumbled before a gust of strange wind.
…
The white, snowy ground, and rocks sharp as fangs.
A man sat atop the highest peak, gazing at the dark gray clouds.
He smiled.
Then he laughed.
Then he cried.
Then he grew angry.
Then he became strangely indifferent.
Strange?
"What a scenario."
…
9:00 p.m.
Sunrise academy, the vice principal's office.
A man sat there with neatly combed hair and dark brown eyes that radiated a cold aura.
"What did you say?" he spoke in a domineering tone, he was the vice principal.
"Magister was injured during this test by a student named Deebt Jacks." The second man spoke, standing and trembling.
"How did that happen? What information is available?" he asked coldly, though the pressure had eased.
"He's a Night talent, and from what I've heard, he only started training three and a half months ago." The second man said quickly.
"The Night? Do you realize what you're saying?"
"Yes, I'm sure. It was Calitus who announced it."
"That's… great news, but three months and he's already reached this level."
"I think he's a genius." the second man said hastily.
"That's for sure, but this is a lot. He's cunning, and perhaps he has real limits." said the vice principal.
"I think so, because Magister was struck by a needle, not by this student's sword."
"So he saw his fight against Magister as a matter of life and death." The vice principal smiled.
Then he looked at the man standing before him.
"Fer, stop trembling, I know you're doing it on purpose." added the vice principal.
Then the man stopped trembling and smiled a crazy smile that reached his jaws.
"Okay, but you know, there's something else. There's Daytime's talent, too."
"You mean the one Nietzsche mentioned?"
"Yes."
"She's the daughter of Zarathustra Nietzsche."