Recalls of Surrender

The initial birth,

The first kill,

And the cover of a sacrifice

Began centuries ago, at the peak of civilization and the masks of desire framing the art of sin. Just like the essence of society harbored volition like the open sea, entitling its creations to acquire natures blessing to their bidding war.

Dwellers differentiated it as earth, a domain of celestial body shifting around light positively influencing life, unlike any other ground.

Though the semblance of persuasion and decree fouled the brinks of existence, putting out everything and everyone, particularly those in command. Consequently, living wasn about the unity of people anymore; it was about management and those who worshipped power above all.

Colonies reaped segregation in arenas that valued the element of differentially, with the downward embodying the impoverished while the extraordinary exceeded in abundance.

Many opposed the uproar, prevailing outbreaks throughout the globe. Wars foretold a future, and just as the mind prevails impulsively, the sentiment fell apart from history.

Not an act of courage stood against the opposition. Parliament hadn merely adapted its tactics but redefined technology as a whole.

Regiments were molded and put in charge of society. Their forms regulated the acts of empathy and supremacy. No disruption heightened without being silenced. All acts of valor and oversight perished in the shadows. Those who endured surrendered to the law and mustered out the silence.

Unsettling life as we know it.

Because underneath it all, power rose through the influence of new propaganda, Alchemy, with its legion of soldiers Division —that oppressed societal restraint and the illusion of a nation through corporate and technological leverage.

Perception and creed were the governments most obstructed factors. Strategic of any kind to this day is limited; humanity is only to commemorate their successors, no one else.

Therefore, tolerance remains under constant surveillance with the utmost uncertainty beyond its perimeters, including the biological kingdoms—the signage of ecology and zoology translucency that omits whatever reminiscence of the ex-species.

I suppose, in a way, their verdicts weren mistaken. Behind morality and decree subsisted an origin between the cracks of guilt and surrender. A fire radiating the hearts and minds of warriors who hungered about the extinction of Alchemy and their so-called gods?

These men and women were known as Chimeras, roaring souls devoted to a brighter future. Fighters who underwent corruption and depicted the illusion of every bestowed mammalian.

The word Chimera represented a misconception belief about God, the fall of man, and Edens serpent. A vicious anecdote disguised as the ultimate good, yet unclean and impure, as well as poisonous. Nevertheless, their kind renovated the meaning, rebirthing the connotation as a foundation of hope.

I know this because Ive seen the truth.

I have fought, trained, and bled, fighting for what I believe.

Knowing, in a way, I am one of them,

A fighter who possesses an urge to alter society and destroy the coalition that waters down a past I once knew.

Thus on the structure of tonights game, I intend to trick the system into annihilating Alchemy and its disciples, no matter the cost.

Though in the aspects of vengeance, I break character, and nothing values greed as I aid the enemy. The binds that latch onto me beyond error, however, raise a concern.

Withstand whats about to occur in seconds, distorting the events of tonight and my future or surrendering.

Yet, this is all about trial and error, and everything seems to be going accordingly.