*Noel's Monologue*
In this world, you're either blessed with great power… or you're not. And most times, I've come to see those blessings as curses in disguise—depending on how they're used. More often than not, you don't even get a choice in the matter. Power isn't given; it's thrust upon you, like a blade into an unwilling hand. And once it's yours, there's no giving it back.
When I look at the world, I can't help but be fascinated by the threads of destiny and fate, how they weave together in ways no mortal can truly comprehend. Magic—the force that bends reality, that makes the impossible possible—is both a wonder and a terror. You can never get enough of it… until you're on the receiving end. Then, it's just chaos. Beautiful, devastating chaos.
I've stood at the center of that storm. I've wielded power that could rewrite the laws of existence, and I've borne the consequences of it. They call me the Celestial Emperor now—a title heavy with expectation, with duty, with the weight of countless lives resting on my decisions. But before that… before the crown, before the throne, before the world looked to me as something more than human… I was just a man. A man with flaws, with regrets, with a past that still haunts me, no matter how far I rise.
Perhaps that's the irony of it all. The very power that lifted me to this throne is the same power that showed me my own failures in glaring clarity. I am, in every sense, an embodiment of a blessed curse. Chosen not because I was perfect, but because I understood the cost of imperfection.
Erasing my regrets would be easy. A flick of my wrist, a whisper of celestial command, and the past could unravel like a bad dream. But to do that… to wipe away the scars, the lessons, the people who shaped me into who I am now… that would be the greatest dishonor. They deserve to be remembered. Even the pain. *Especially* the pain.
So I carry it all—the weight of the title, the burden of my choices, the ghosts of what could have been. Because this is the path I was given. And if I had to walk it again… I only wish I had opened my eyes sooner.
But wishes are for those who haven't learned the hardest truth of all:
Destiny doesn't wait for you to be ready.
It simply *chooses*.
And then, you rise—or you fall.