Adhaman

Far above the horizon, beyond the clouds and the apocalyptic storms under it, hovered a yellow-haired old-looking man.
His yellow eyes gave off a bright radiance, and countless books floated around him.

Throughout history, the man was known by many names,
(The Watcher - The Chronicler - The Historian - The Custodian - The Recordkeeper)
But during this Era, he was known as The Archivist.

The Archivist's perception inspected thousands of kilometers far and wide,
Yet 
'Nothing interesting is happening' 

His frustration grew
'What's the point of a worldwide perception if there's no apposite change to perceive?'

'The world has become mundane'
'And no one is doing anything about it' 

Ergo, The Archivist will take matters into his own hands
'I'll orchestrate a worldwide, All-embracing scheme against an oblivious individual'

With a sinister smile on his face, he devised his plan
'Turn the entire world into a person's antagonist, Then enjoy the show'

And he had the perfect plot for it
'First, Utter Despair that would cause immense Pain'
'Then, More Despair that would turn the Pain to Loathe'
'Then, As the Loathe grows, The Despair will transform into Rage'
'The Rage will make the Being Crave Revenge, and the intense Crave will result in Devotion to his goal'
'Finally, The Despair, Pain, Loathe, Crave, and Devotion will all be used as fuel for the Rage, Transforming it into an even extremer emotion'
"WRATH"

How would a single person unleash his Wrath against the entire world?
'That's what I'm going to find out' 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The Archivist's maniacal laughter echoed loudly
'The world is about to be entertaining'
He looked up and asked with a reverberating, Bleak voice 
"Who will be the unlucky one?"

The Archivist's Ploy: A Tale of One Against The World

"Yeah! Seclusion. What else would you call it?" 


His outburst was loud enough to make everyone in the library turn to look at him at once. Normally, no one even dared to make noise, and visitors were so intimidated by Arno that they only whispered if they needed to speak ... 


Realizing what he had just done, he felt embarrassed, so he lowered his head and muttered 


"Sor- sorry, I didn't mean to be loud" 


Arno waved his hand to the onlookers, and immediately, everyone went back to whatever they were doing ... 


His tone became more serious as he continued 


The room is made to make time feel elusive, especially in the Third Realm where things like sleep and food matter less." 


Hierarchy