HSR Lore and Notes

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====== V. That Burnt-Out Sun ======

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==== 5-1 ====
{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-1.png?200|The man who looks like an angel who had been on fire prepares to strike an attack.}}
A gust of wind will one day sweep past,\\
Wiping away all the man's tracks.

Nearly every footprint,\\
Was stamped <color #993333>full of the fury</color> that filled him.

That humble youth,\\
Faded away with the flames into yesterday.

<color #993333>The first ray of light to pierce the long night</color>,\\
Was brought by the burning man.

<color #993333>But the body that bore the weight of the world</color>,\\
Was forged by the fires of wrath.

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==== 5-2 ====
<color #993333>Rage</color> is a crafty emotion,\\
It changes its face,\\
Concealing itself within the man's life.

His friend fought blood-soaked battles,\\
So their people would need fight no longer.

But every victory in battle h gained,\\
Left him neither satisfied nor proud,\\
Only with the indifference of emptiness.

{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-2.png?200|The young man looking like a quasi-angel, with one half in the light and the other in the dark.}}
<color #993333>//"You must be careful.//\\
//Duty does not drive you to wield you blade, but hate."//</color>[(Spoken by Anaxa.)]

His teacher kindly reminded him thus,

<color #993333>//"And behind that hatred,//
//You seem to... desire the destruction of the self."//</color>

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==== 5-3 ====
But what about his <color #993333>joy</color>?\\
Was that too merely a phony disguise?\\
He who once laughed amidst the crowd,\\
Day after day, as though it were second nature?

No. Even though he knew not the meaning of "love,"\\
That happy past was not a lie someone wove.

But now,\\
Even those memories have melted into fury...\\
His hatred is such,\\
That he cannot hold onto what he cherishes,\\
Though all is precious to him.

{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-3.png?200|A quasi-angel looking man wields a sword.}}
Fueled with lone courage,\\
He attempted to resist fate,\\
But the burning sun that shines upon all creatures,\\
Once fallen,\\
Will incinerate the land, becoming golden death.

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==== 5-4 ====
But what of his <color #993333>sorrow</color>?\\
Indeed, the man could shed no tears.

But at the moment the cycle manifested,\\
When all that was familiar was now remote,\\
The world collapsed, becoming empty in an instant.

But the stabbing pain in the man's heart,\\
Was it but the residual warmth of his wraths?

The truth no longer important,\\
The man simply took another step forward.\\
He wasn't willing to believe it, but was willing to acknowledge it.

{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-4.png?200|Two men, a young man in white and silver and a cloaked man in black, fight beneath a starless sky.}}
<color #993333>//"There is no need to question your heart, no need to crave victory.//\\
//If I am born to be a vessel of sin..."//</color>

<color #993333>//"Then I shall roar at evil,//\\
//And together with it, burn!"//</color>

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==== 5-5 ====
{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-5a.png?200|Close up of a young silver-haired man, with the top of his head cropped off.}}
In the endless cycles,\\
There were some moments,\\
When the man felt everything dissolve like a dream.

In that dream,\\
He would awaken again,\\
And become once more the boy who loved to laugh.

{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-5b.png?200|A close-up of a cloaked and masked man in all black.}}
But were he to open his eyes,\\
The fury would cast a shadow—

He saw the creators choke his throat,\\
Gurgling and gasping.\\
And in the boundless dream,\\
He mistook them for his own jest.

{{ :readable:saga:prisoner.of.flames:khaslana5-5c.png?200|Close-up image of the man who became a quasi-angel.}}
But their true forms,\\
Were violent hatred,\\
Towards the creators, towards himself—\\
A roaring inferno.

The prophecy departed, Amphoreus was unable to usher in the dawn.\\
What rises in the distance is not the morning sun...

But a ball of all-devouring fire,\\
Setting the universe in conflagration, searing till the end of time.