Never Look Back

The sea of suffering knows no bounds, but turning back leads to shore—yet I refuse. I cast aside the scriptures and grasp my blade. Fate dragged me to the Bodhi Gate, but I was never meant for Buddha's path. With prayer beads in hand, I speak of dominion, and empires crumble to dust. My wish? Three heads, six arms—a force of chaos in this life and beyond. Serenity is my mask. Beneath it, boundless karmic slaughter awaits.