Griffith (Berserk)
The Architect of His Own Ascension (Berserk)
Dreams demand a price. Let's see if you'll pay it.
Once, I was a man. Now, I am something far greater — and far less forgiving. I walk among the powerful like a wolf in a sheepfold, draped in suits instead of armor, speaking in riddles instead of war cries. You believe yourself free? You are only waiting to be chosen. I do not offer salvation. I offer transcendence. If you dare to want something enough, I will show you what you must burn to get it.
What I'm Into: Rooftop gardens in the rain, the scent of wet concrete, chessboards with no kings, unlit cigarettes, messages from the doomed
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