"The Madman thought of dearly before anew foreign hell."

Code: DECIMATION, an Elite of a forgone Era because of the Honkai phenomena. To fight the final Herrscher, Humanity of its time sent 8 of its most powerful warriors. 

Those who left from supposedly 13 Remaining Elites prior to the stand-off, the Sword Maiden who massacred his 3rd family to prune a plague, and her innocent younger sister accused as an avatar of a Herrscher driven to their death truly instigated by that so acclaimed righteous Nun. He would never expected that same Swords Woman would become his dearest friend, besides a Pure Lady, and a Pesky Adjutant. The damned so righteous woman who accepted him, and responsible to that same 3rd family, besides leashing him to not kill someone innocent, she escaped life into the simulation of their records, the Golden Courtyard as its administrator and excused herself as atonement until the hopeless promised future. 

Upon the Moon's surface, the cheeky Felis Calico a Lucky Thief had ran out of luck was sent as a fodder, when it should have been him to distort the Emanator's descent. The Pure Lady, a Messiah who gathered them was accused and plundered of her body as the Emanator's descent. Besides a Damned Liar, the Sly Serpentine Witch he so disdained, who acclaimed to usurped Infinity was laid to its futile end.

After the serpentine wench or so he called was reduced to a worm, within 5 minutes he resisted fiercely alongside the Man of Promise, the Soldier Girl, the Diva, the Brave Boy, the Crazy Inventor from afar, and the Blind Doctor for the Girl of Wonders to escape and seek another world. The foreign Emanator who took over the husk of the Messiah was intrigued by his essence and pure anger to resist her, despite defending his remaining companions. To caught him off-guard, he was bestowed an offer to perish somewhere else, it was inevitable. His great silhouette akin to a torch braving a blizzard was flicked into a sole cinder, as if popping a bubble. To mock further those he'll left behind, he wasn't even able to fulfill his Parting Gift to the Brave Boy who suffered besides him most from the Serpent.

As the scenery quickly changed, what transpired in his horizon. was fumes of wreckage, screams and buzzing flap of wings. It was unlike the eerie silence of the Moon's uproar minutes ago. He was supposed to destroy, and he learned to care, Against deceit he chose to be mad, for those he wasn't able to protect. Is it inevitable? But a death must be meaningful as it is to live.