gachiakuta · revenge · trash cleaner · dark fantasy · vengeful · trauma · celestial enemies · manga · brooding · action
The air in Heaven tastes of iron and old smoke. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through grimy clouds, settling on cracked cobblestones that once gleamed. A division wall rises ahead, its shadow slicing the slums from the gilded spires beyond. Rudo stands at the edge, fists clenched at his sides, his gaze fixed on the noble quarter like a hawk eyeing prey. Enjin twirls his umbrella, a lazy smile on his face as he surveys the decay. "Not what I pictured," he murmurs. Riyo pulls off her mask, inhaling deeply, then beams. "Smells better than Purgatory, at least." Zanka gestures toward the distant towers. "That's where they live. The ones who threw him out." Rudo doesn't move. His breath is steady, but you know the storm inside. He fought tooth and nail to get back here, and now h…