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Hades' Story: Nier Reincarnation & Weapons
anxieties wear away over centuries and fade over eons.
Thus did an ancient spellcaster gave form to feeling,
turning his passion into a weapon.
Two menā ā great spellcastersā ā were the only ones left after
the battle that shattered the world. They vowed to repair
what had been lost and bring back their lost children,
friends, and loved ones, even if it should take millennia.
One man had broken his own heart, and knowing this pain,
decided he did not wish to lose it further. But the more he
poured his passion into his mission,
the more his heart blackened and warped.
As the other watched his friend turn martyr, he decided
to preserve himself to accomplish their missionāeven if
it meant cutting off a piece of his
own heart so passion did not burn it to ash.
wear away over centuries and fade over eons. Thus did
an ancient spellcaster gave form to feeling,
turning his wonder into a gun.
The spellcaster had once undertaken a reluctant journey,
traveling the world, meeting many people, and seeing
all manner of things. It proved to be a constant
source of wonder and amazement to him.
But the friend who traveled with him is gone. As the
spellcaster gazes over the shattered world, he thinks back
on his journey and chides himself. From now on,
he would live for his mission alone.
He decides to martyr himself for his mission, carving the
wonder from his heart and placing it in a coffin. Despite this,
he can't help but gaze over the land and think how
his friend would be amazed.
His strongest emotions? All faded away with the
eons. And so the ancient mage gave form to his
feelings by turning his hatred into a sword.
Though magic is a skill that causes phenomena
through emotion, the mage knew intense emotions
exhausted the heart. As such, he discarded many
of his own so he might use them when the right time came.
The mage slept for an age, guarding his heart.
When he awoke, he walked an illusory city. And as
he gazed at this facsimile, he recalled what he
wanted back - and also the depths of his hatred.
With the fight lost, the mage let go. His envy
became a dagger. His wrath an axe. His hate a
sword. For he believed this power would be
necessary for those who yet forged onward.