What happens if you entrust the fate of the world to the worst person possible? Would it survive after failing a hundred times? or would it perish as fate accounted it to be? Taylor was just supposed to be an 'ordinary' butler, living his best for the sake of house Kraus, when all of a sudden dreams of an already forgotten past became his warnings for the future. 'Make her a part of your world' The angel's final words still lingering in his mind.
As the man effortlessly cleaved the red panther in half, Abel found himself struck with awe.
He stumbled backward, his feet faltering as he fell to the ground, his eyes wide and fixated on the breathtaking display unfolding before him.
In those fleeting moments, every movement of the man seemed like a symphony of power and precision, leaving Abel mesmerized.
The swift and precise strikes, coupled with an undeniable raw strength, captivated him entirely.
His breaths came in short gasps, unable to keep pace with the sudden whirlwind of action that surrounded him.
Yet, amidst the chaos, there was an undeniable surge of excitement, wonder, and admiration flooding his frail heart.
As the man, his red hair drenched in the panther's blood, slowly turned to face him, Abel found himself utterly speechless. His mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other, but only one word managed to echo in the recesses of his mind: "Cool."