The lightning of thunder split the sky and illuminated her figure. She stood on this vast land, lonely and firm. There was no panic in her eyes, nor any hesitation. She had long understood that the real challenge was not fighting, but herself. When the roar of thunder passed by her ears, Aglaya did not choose to dodge or escape. Her hands clenched into fists and her eyes looked into the distance, where her goal was and her inescapable fate.
Aglaya’s growth path has never been an easy one. She gradually became the one who controls thunder from an unknown little character. Every step of her advancement is accompanied by blood and tears. Her power is not something that can be obtained casually. It is the result of countless painful tempering. Behind her, there are countless days and nights of loneliness and despair.
Every breakthrough seems to be a baptism of death. Fear crushes flesh and blood. This is not just a string of simple words, it is more like a straightforward expression of the fear deep in her heart. She had felt her body and soul torn apart countless times, and had felt the call from the abyss. However, she never chose to give up. Her strength was her only salvation. She knew that only by becoming stronger could she survive and find her place in this ruthless world.
However, as her strength grew, Aglaya became more and more aware that strength itself was not the answer. She had thought that a breakthrough would bring her freedom and free her from all constraints, but when she stood at the top, she found that she and her former self had become unconnected. Every bit of strength seemed to remind her that she was no longer that simple person, but a chess piece played by fate.
“Nail of the Beast Coffin” is a unique existence, symbolizing a kind of abandoned and inescapable fate. In Aglaya’s world, the nail of the beast coffin is not a symbol of strength, but a bondage. They imprisoned her heart and even made her lose her former self. On this endless road, Aglaya began to doubt whether she still had that pure original intention. What she pursued was no longer a simple victory, but an indescribable existence – freedom, or, in other words, a liberation of the self.
She once hoped to change her fate and control everything through her own power. But now, she fell into deeper confusion and powerlessness. The glory baptized her body, which was the glory she once longed for, but it brought indelible pain and loneliness. Every drop of blood shed was her farewell to the past. Every breakthrough was a further tearing of her soul. She didn’t know if she could still bear the next suffering.
Every time she advanced, it seemed to be approaching the end that she was unwilling to face. And in this process, all the breakthrough materials seemed so insignificant. Seed of Thought, Mana Seedling, Alayawah, these names echoed in her ears, like an endless sad song. She understood that they were just props to cover up the pain again and again, a disguise that allowed her to temporarily ignore her inner struggle. And in the end, what she had to face was still the unsolvable proposition – self.
For every breakthrough, Aglaya had to pay a huge price. She paid not only physical pain, but also a torn heart. Auspice Sliver and Tracks of Destiny, these mysterious symbols represent a certain power and also a certain destiny. Her path, in her eyes, became increasingly blurred. She began to doubt whether these so-called breakthroughs could really bring freedom? Could they really let her find the self she once longed for?
As she continued to come into contact with more powerful forces, she gradually realized that the power itself was not the problem, but its use. As she gradually mastered the ability to “weave time into gold”, she found that she was not only controlling the power, but was being controlled by the power. She began to lose herself and began to get lost in this endless thunder. She didn’t know whether she should master this power in her hands or completely give up the power she once insisted on.
However, at every step she took towards the abyss, she still did not stop moving forward. She knew that only by keeping going could she finally reach the unknown end and find the lost self. Every battle she fought was a game with fate. In the endless thunder, she explored the boundary between herself and her fate, and her heart was gradually sharpened into steel on this road.
Nail of the Beast Coffin, this is the only legacy she gained in this process. It is not her strength, but her deep understanding of fate. She understood that fate is not a simple choice, but an inevitable torture. She stood under the thunder, her lonely back like the lightning that never disappears, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the future.
In the end, Aglaya’s story is not about victory or failure, but about the road that never ends, about how she stood like a mountain under the thunder and explored herself until the last moment. She walked on this road, through the darkness and thunder, looking for a ray of light that belongs to her.