When Sword Turn Black

What Does It Mean to Be a Slayer? Is it the power to cut through monsters or the will to cut through fear? Is it the weight of the crucifix or the burden of the choices it demands? Do you fight to reach a dream, or do you fight because the dream is already lost? When blood stains your blade, does it cleanse the world or taint your soul? Is the mark of a Slayer found in their strength, or in the lives they leave untouched? What does it mean to wield power when the cost is never your own? Can a slayer be satisfied with less than glory, with nothing more than survival? Does Omari raise his blade to carve his name into history—or to make space for others to live theirs? Is a dream still worth chasing, if chasing it means losing the quiet moments that make life whole? When Omari lifts his sword, is it to slay monsters, or to save himself from becoming one? Perhaps to be a Slayer is not to live for a dream, but to live without betraying what makes you human. Perhaps to be a Slayer is not to find all the answers, but to choose which questions are worth carrying.