The dauntless rise of Xi Quan.

There was once a day when a faux was looked down upon; daunting around the world seeking vengance, passion in lust, or even greed for higher currency in a mans pocket. We all live for the world's craving and even one man had a certain vacillate-abstruse to understand, abreast many gadabouts like himself. This world was not silent and it did not remain in peace; reposing the woeful, leaving a constant Crux amongst any dastard who stood ahead of himself. Divine as it may have become, the bestial life that felt almost celestial was himself and gamut loud explosive roars let out from within' himself as if his conscious was trying to have his mind show his core genuflection more than abyssal affection.

Digita felt amongst mocha auburn matte gossamer; amid a starry night, this imbue galvanized a sensation that a glitched radiant light glimmering nearby so exspressivly. The male's milky physique took a sudden change into the center of the canopy of the park-his hair white as snow with every move as the cloak that followed was abtruse with vie colou of silver and gold. The man's slacks where baggy and stored the Xi's sacred blade upon his belt line. This unique male bestowed something of greatness within' himself and adorned from others-the world will cast him out. When the world shall do that, abysmal as it may be, Xi will awaken.