Striker of The Gods

Caos could feel the warmth of the light, getting closer to him. After all, his training had become more than obsession. This is the culmination of what it means to be alive. In his journey, he had a lot of setbacks holding him back from achieving his full potential. In that regard, he had been more careful: he had given himself to his mantras, imitating every god from every mythology, getting to the pinnacle of strength and resilience in the world.

Initially, no one could actually see beyond the common eye. In reality, his eyes for reality had become chaos due to the new sex that he had got from his main maids, sultry paradise of samsara. His passion burned for the eternal heaven that they had created. In that regard, no one could actually see how it can burn away his distress.

>< Caos is getting more savage every. Amore mio, amat me in caelum. You are the only one on mind that I could ever have in my marvellous eyes. You are my heaven. I worship the way you are. NEVER CHANGE! I really want you to be that way forever. That said, I will take care of you as if it were the last season of our mating love. Je veux etre ton amoureuse, ma vie eternelle. Without you, I will perish. You need to go farther than it seems to the naked eye. In that regard, I could actually show up for the supreme annihilation of fate, my heart.

Michaela would say in her dreams, hugging her pillows that seemed to have the impetuous figure of Caos and the majesty of Caos. Knowing this, no one can severe the bond of death in the cosmos. Caos has got a new power. He could observe the whole weaknesses of the fields. That actually pulled him to train every night.

I am the ordeal of the abyss: I cause destruction for those who look for peace, ending their space of wisdom and radical ignorance. In that way, nothing could further away from the truth. Nothing can cause us to overwhelm the self, but the supreme being. This is problematic. Neither can Being guarantee the clarity and distinctness of our knowledge of facts concerning a “real” external world, nor can Nothingness be blamed for exerting a perpetually “voiding” influence on this god-given certainty. “Being” suggests an undifferentiated Oneness. I will make it the real me for the sake of the triumph.

Caos would say in awe to continue training, running to the speed of sound now at his maximum capacity toward his chaotic real capacity due to his newly reborn organs. throughout the course of uprooting higher intellectual knowledge from the mind, one should defer to the customs of the country in which one lives in power and chaos.