RighteousFilth

In a world where one's worth is determined by Archons—godlike entities who watch over everything—the least you can hope for is to get picked by the most lowly of them.

Raith was chosen by the Archon of failure and death. 

Having emerged from one of the three greatest family, he was forced to leave the family and began a lonely journey of being a Hero as he has always wanted. 

Hero–that was the only way Raith could redeem himself and be acknowledged by the world. 

But this Archon is just too useless!

However, everything changes on the day when Raith dies for the first time. 


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Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Raith settled into a fighting stance, weight balanced evenly on the balls of his feet, knees bent and loose.

He wasn't sure what he was doing. But strangely enough the moment he took the first form according to what Thard - Harl had said, something kind of played out in his head.

He began going through the a set of flowing forms. He was sure Thard-Harl had never demonstrated them to him. But yet, they were playing out in his head, the movements as they revealed in his head seemed like they were to attune the body's energy and prime the muscles for rapid reaction.

If that was the case, perhaps it was the best style for him.

Thard - Harl had mentioned that neofut was very different for each individual. When you master the footwork it takes root in your soul and only moves according the the limit of your potential.

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