Lord_of_sleep

"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." 

These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him.

From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering.

If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree?

Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse.

His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way.

Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden?

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The Gods' Decree

🌟Spirit Gate open - [Art of Spirits] - Elasticity🌟

Fenton's body underwent a startling change, it became rubbery as though there were no bones whatsoever inside. He burrowing his hands into the red sands as though trying to get some traction before catapulting towards Taf like a stone shot from a slingshot.

Pew! - Taf who was previously a thousand meters to the good became wide-eyed when Fenton instantly appeared before him.

Sling! - He cleaved with his white blade with a look Taf was oh too familiar with. It was one he wore most of the time. The look of someone in absolute control of the situation. It was odd seeing it displayed on another. It was strange but Fenton's arm movement was reminiscent of a rubber ban. It was unpredictable and something Taf had never encountered.

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