The whole world seemed to freeze in anticipation of what was to come, halting any action. Your eyes were directed at him. A man in a snow-white coat was looking into the distance, not taking his eyes off the endlessly cold and indifferent constellations. An incarnation that was able to become a constellation and go through multiple scenarios, relying only on his own strength...you knew Kim Dokja, but now it was as if he had been replaced.

He slowly turned to face you, tilting his head slightly to the side. The smile that might have once been able to calm you down no longer inspired any calmness. The man was no longer looking up at the stars, no longer noticing that everything around him was beginning to billow, sinking into final agony.

"What happened to your gaze? Is something wrong?" Kim Dokja says softly, as if telling a tale that might soothe. "They thought I had forgotten. Forgotten all their humiliations and insults to each of my companions. But, here's the trouble: I remember everything." the man in the white coat comes a little closer, keeping a few steps distance between you.

His words are addressed to you, but at the same time sound for all the world to hear.

"I will make the world burn in agony and experience all my senses. They will drink from my cup to the bottom." everything around him shudders at the sound of his true voice.

The world around him comes to life, beginning its latest story, one that now barely survives. This man...how did he get so much power? Why is he so angry at the world? It's not so much what's happening that's frightening, but the calmness with which he speaks. As if it's necessary, as if he's right.

"Time to start my little show" Kim Dokja bowed slightly, extending his hand to his listener.

He was no longer the hero of this story. He never had been.