1 Prologue

Two old men are sitting together, seemingly at the edge of the world, holding fishing rods which hang over the edge. One of them is dressed in black robes, while the other is dressed in white. They have been sitting still like this for an unknown period of time, while periodically pulling up small, colorful, glowing orbs, and placing them to the side. Their expressions are serene, and the scene is tranquil, with no sound being made as they collect the orbs.

The man in white suddenly reveals a surprised expression. "What is wrong, my friend?" asks the man in black while chuckling. The man in white coughs and hides his expression - "it's nothing" he says. The man in black looks over and sees a clear orb, which is double the size of any of the other orbs, in the man in white's hands and reveals a look of shock. "It's a clear one?" he asks. The man in white quickly puts the orb away saying "you must be mistaken, there is no such thing as a clear soul. You must be hallucinating in your old age." The man in black looks at the man in white cautiously "then let me see it."

The man in white rises saying "I think I've searched enough for now, maybe I'll return to continue later." The man in black gets up as well, with a dangerous expression "you think I'll let you just take that soul and leave?" he asks. The man in white chuckles and asks, as he starts slowly walking and fading away, "would you dare to stop me?"

Suddenly, the man in white, whose form had begun to fade, feels shocked in place, as small lightning bolts crawl around his body and do not allow him to move. He looks with surprise at the man in black - "You dare to do such a thing?" The man in black laughs - "hand it over, or this will be the last scene you see" he says while pointing upward.

The man in white looks up, and sees a golden lightning bolt, as thick as a mountain, heading toward him. He looks at the man in black in shock - "You broke through?" The man in black laughs as he leisurely walks over while guiding the lightning bolt into a ring around the two of them, ready to strike at any moment, while also blocking any means of escape. "I thought you'd never notice. Now hand over that soul."

The man in white falls to his knees and bends over, takes the orb out, and looking at the man in black's victorious expression, solemnly drops the orb into a puddle by his knees. "I'll never let you have it" he says. "Even if you end my life today, you will never be able to find that soul now that it is in the mortal world."