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In the vast expanse of time's beginning, where the tapestry of destiny was still being woven, there existed a group of legendary warriors known as the First Men. Among them was Sora, a warrior of unmatched prowess, who would one day become Roxas, the harbinger of eternal suffering.
The First Men were unparalleled in their might, their valor, and their unwavering determination. They embarked on a perilous quest to reach the High Tower, the enigmatic prison of Azir, the god of ego and malevolence. The battle that ensued between these warriors and Azir would stretch across years, for Azir was a deity of indomitable power, a being who could not be vanquished by mortal hands alone.
As the years of battle wore on, the warriors faced humiliation and despair, for Azir's ego knew no bounds. He reveled in their suffering, basking in the belief that none could challenge his supremacy. But it was Sora, the mightiest among them, who dared to make a fateful plea.
With tears in his eyes and desperation in his heart, Sora knelt before Azir and begged for forgiveness. He offered a bargain that would forever seal his fate—an oath to serve Azir in exchange for the salvation of his comrades. In an act of cruel caprice, Azir agreed, sparing Sora's life and imprisoning his friends within the High Tower.
Yet, the price of this pact was far more grievous than Sora could have ever imagined. He was transformed into Roxas, a white humanoid monster with a twisted, eternally smiling visage. His laughter echoed through the void, a cacophonous symphony of madness and anguish, for Roxas had to share the torment of his imprisoned friends.
In the realm born of Roxas's anguish, a nightmarish landscape unfolded. White monsters, grotesque and pitiful, spawned from his boundless pain. The intensity of his suffering fueled their existence, making them ever more powerful and numerous. With every cry of torment that escaped Roxas's lips, his friends, imprisoned within the High Tower, endured an eternity of agony.
Roxas's existence became a cruel cycle of laughter and tears, an unending symphony of suffering. He bore the weight of his friends' torment upon his shoulders, a burden that threatened to consume him entirely. In his realm of white monsters and twisted visages, he sought solace amidst the madness, a respite that forever eluded him.
The saga of Roxas serves as a harrowing reminder of the choices we make in moments of desperation and the unimaginable consequences they can unleash. In the ceaseless expanse of the void, his laughter and tears continue to echo, a testament to the boundless capacity of the human spirit to endure, even in the face of unrelenting despair.