Rocot: Reborn

Salvation and destruction, reason and madness, persistence and change, the generous heart of the quagmire refuses to give up the reincarnation of life and death. The light is like a waterfall, and all destinies surround him like water. Sorrow, memory, present and future are interwoven into a symphony of the universe.

Rocot found his sword and decided to use it to gain power, to shake the prison of the kingdom and to liberate the shadow tribe. He resolutely walked into the depths of the shadow kingdom and cut off all the enemies who blocked his way in the name of loyalty and sacrifice.

Beside the fallen hero, his soul faded, and a new holy light shone in the Shadowlands. Rocot and his subjects were reborn in the light, and he sat on the throne, gazing at his own reflection wrapped around another body. It was a conspiracy of seventy years built by bloody tongues and amazing strategies. It became a luxury to live and die together.

"I need your help, Hayes." Roccod was captured by the whispers. The hero showed his loyalty and sacrifice in the stone prison. The burning life lit up the bright hope. Roccod touched the heart of death, and the black flames spread upwards, turning into a plot of rebirth and reincarnation.

"If simply killing me can solve all problems, then it would be easy for me." Hayes smiled bitterly, and he finally welcomed his fate, which was death and sacrifice. He had no regrets, because that was the eternal destination that heroes pursued.

Rocot ignited the fire of life in flesh and blood, and that flame will illuminate the future of the Shadowlands. Sorrow and memory, present and future intertwine to form the fate of the universe. Hayes fades, and the light of life becomes brighter. Rocot gave him the oath of rebirth, so that his generosity will not be in vain.

However, the threats did not stop, and Rocco's journey had just begun. His soul retained the memory of the stone carvings, facing an upright mirror. Then, the crime began to unfold, and the minions of human nature tasted the absurdity over and over again. The regime of the emerging industry only had beheading and hanging, and Rocco faced those lost souls in silence, abuse, and the sky above the wilderness.

"One day, you will be free from shame and regain your glory. Sleep and rekindle hope." Rocot's whisper is enough to break the lies and reveal the truth of the heart. The suffering king will return again to tear apart the thorns of fate.

Rocot refused to kill Hayes because it would destroy his kindness and turn him into a beast that simply pursued victory. He was willing to save Hayes at the cost of cruelty, to play the villain, and to let the drama of redemption take place at this moment. After seventy years of planning, Rocot's primary goal of success was himself. Only by awakening himself could he see the fruits of the future world. He whispered to the mirror, touched conspiracy, splendor, and prosperity like a dream. Now, Rocot has finally imprisoned a fanatical soul in the mirror. He needs Hayes to live, the dead gods talk to the air, and the stolen victory can only be squandered by Rocot.

Thus, the evil began to unfold, and the minions of humanity tasted the absurdity over and over again. The regime of the emerging industry was left with only beheading and hanging, and Rocot faced the silence, abuse, and lost souls over the wilderness. They had the same appearance, but completely different inner qualities. Rocot finally found his own sword, and he decided to use this weapon to gain strength, to shake the cage of the country, and to liberate the shadow tribe. He resolutely walked into the depths of the shadow country, and in the name of loyalty and sacrifice, he cut off all the enemies who blocked his way.

He faced a conspiracy of seventy years built by bloody tongues and amazing strategies. It became a luxury to live and die together. "I need your help, Hayes." Roccod was captured by the whisper. He admitted that it was a sweet deception. He smiled bitterly and finally welcomed his fate, which was death and sacrifice. He had no regrets, because that was the eternal destination pursued by the hero. The suffering he faced had nothing to do with ice and snow, but it forged the holy light in his heart. The detonation once in a lifetime brought him back to the top of the pyramid of fate.