Fox

Fox has always taken pride in his disciple, a genius who would someday surpass him. Someone one who would breach the gate of the Emperor and enter Peak Sovereign. He was meant for true greatness, something he could never achieve. 

Fox lightly, with the most gentle care, picked Lynx up into his arms. There cradling Lynx like a newborn, slowly, so slow as to not wake an infant, he walked away. 

All his planning and scheming, all his jokes and fever, led to this. Fox couldn't bring himself to cry, he's done too much in his life. Yet to a surveillant observer there was a tear, or maybe just sweat gliding down his check 

Fox walked as all Mourners walked silent and without meaning. Some would think he would be filled with rage, that revenge would power him. But when you've been around the sun as many times as he has it becomes futile.

. . . . 

Fox can't remember how old he is, it all just mushed together, vague lines and feelings. He remembered the human monster war, but he knew that wasn't when he was born. He remembered the rumors of a genius of someone who would change the world as a whole. That wasn't it either. 

He made many friends, and had to part with many more. The journey of a greaver, a journey of a nobody. 

His age is abnormal even amongst the strong, most die by a monster, or human, before they get anywhere near his age. His age didn't make him strong however, the only reason for it is he's a coward. Never in his life did he step up when called for. Towns Destroyed, towns that could have been saved. But the fight, the chance of death no matter how small scared him. You would think after living for an eternity he would stop fearing death. But no, each and every day just deepened it. Even now he didn't choose to stand up because he thought it was right, he stood up because if he didn't he thought he would die. That without his intervention humanity would die. 

Lynx was gifted since a kid, his power unreasonably terrifying. When Lynx developed the ability to use magic, he saw it as a perfect opportunity to get a new apprentice. Lynx loved martial arts, but he loved being a kid more. He would play in fields, and search the woods under his protection. That was a regret if only he didn't let him be a kid, if only he forced him to train.

 By the age of 16 Lynx reached the prestige's General rank, and by the age of nineteen he made it all the way to Lord. An unbelievable talent only matched by a small number of peers. Most talented martial artists never even reached Lord in their lives, yet the boy had to know, he had to be taught to fight in a real battle, in war. Fox sent him to the conflict in northern china. There he recruited his first member to the plan, a boy younger by two years under the beast name of Jackal. The cards soon fell into place so snug it was hard to see anything going wrong, but the prevease seat of fox was too wise for his own good, he cared too much for his sister. Somehow he figured out his sister, or more accurately half sister was going to be the catalyst for the goddess. Thus forcing us to kill him.