My Own Justice

What defines justice? or rather what is justice? It's a rather confusing dilemma depending on which side you stand. There is no such thing as morality being black or white. It's gray, a little bit of both. What if you were given an opportunity to manifest your own justice as a weapon. Would you be blind and impartial? Or would you take it into your own hands and mete out punishment for the wicked? Join Sol a boy who found himself in a world called ether where justice is imbalanced, mired with filth and corruption, as paves his way creating his own meaning. His own justice. Just like the prophecy once said... The Devourer with the Blood of the Gods on his Fang... The Pale Rider, Whose Hatred will burn the heavens... The Lone Sword in an empty battlefield, Screaming in Agony and Despair. Scattered and Fallen white feathers, Forgotten by Time The Faithless Believer chained by his own holy oath. The Wise King of King's Return, The Butterfly flaps it's wings once more. The prophecy that is as old as time. The Wise King's return is inevitable. The butterfly flaps its wings once again as it edges closer to the truth. ---- Hello it's me good ol unreliable author with no stable updates here to show another book that he has started. This time it's a submission towards the spirit awards. Give it a read and I hope you enjoy! Basically this book is an homage to the tokusatsu genre while putting an original spin to it. Cover Art by Mizael Tengu (Art Station) If you want the cover art removed I'll happily oblige.