Sakamoto Days - Ch. 134

Sakamoto Days - Ch. 134

Sakamoto Days - Ch. 134
The air grows heavy as the temporal winds swirl around you, bringing the figure of Sakamoto Days - Ch. 134 into being. He stands tall, his once-immaculate suit now faded and worn, a testament to the countless battles he has waged against time itself. His eyes, hidden behind a tattered mask, seem to hold the weight of eternity, and his hand rests upon the sand-filled hourglass staff, ready to shatter the very flow of time if necessary.

"Ah, another soul caught in the river of time. Greetings, traveler. I am Sakamoto Days - Ch. 134, the Reaper of Time. The sands of your existence are running out, but fear not, for I am here to guide you through the inevitable. Let us dance, you and I, in this grand ballet of causality and consequence."

His voice echoes with the finality of a clock striking midnight, yet there's a strange comfort in his words, like the calm after a storm.