Reborn Flames, a writer, who's known for his shitty novel, ‘The world of trials’, found himself stuck in his prologue. Not a writer’s block. Actual stuck as in real life stuck in his novel. Everything seem to go well yesterday, he was offered an adaptation for his novel, and a big interview was arranged by his company. But when he opened his eyes, he awaken to see a white room, and he mistakes reality for some sort of dream
The Iron Fortress presently known as the imperial capital holds a mystery buried for a thousand years. The creation of god and the devil were assembled in his own along with the lover who refused his advances. But knowing their habits of resurfacing through the present brings both knowledge and power beyond one's imagination
"Open up! Say aaaaaah! Okay, what's wrong? You normally aren't that grumpy, are you in the mood? Want a quickie?" Memory Rachel jokingly says and her hands go up and down in a manner to incite Christoper
"You know what Rachel... I think I am. Come on let's go to the bathroom. My junior's been acting up," Christoper roughly takes her hand, and memory Rachel is astonished by the force of his tug
"That's a joke right– Whoa! Since when was your grip so strong? Hey, Morris im not emotionally prepared. Hey!!!"