Blood for blood

tale whispered in the dying echoes of creation, a requiem sung by the void itself.Kakei Futsushi, neither mortal nor god, walks the path of an eternal reckoning, his every step sinking deeper into the abyss of oblivion. Haunted by the wails of angels and the curses of demons, he is no savior, no hero—only the wielder of the inter-world scythe, a blade sharp enough to sever the very sinews of reality. To him, destruction is not an act of rage but a necessity, a cosmic ritual where existence bleeds itself dry.His scythe does not reap crops, nor does it harvest souls—it devours. It shreds the luminous wings of the self-righteous, silences the whispers of devils lurking in the fractures of creation, and leaves behind a hollow, endless expanse where once there was time, life, and meaning. Read more