"Lennox! You evil-doer! Killing you would only be right and return the stars to their original route. Your existence has messed up the natal charts of all living beings!"
Clamorous shouts came from all directions. On top of the rocky cliffs on Shangi stood a middle-aged man whose blue priestly robes were stained with blood. His robes rustled in the gale, but the person remained unshakeable both by the wind and the taunts. His back was as straight as a spear, his hands clasped behind his back forming an invisible aura of deterrence as his cold red eyes stared at the priests surrounding him with arrogance as if he was looking down on pests from the top of the world.
This person was Lyle, not he should be called Lennox and this was his fifth life. Lyle sighed as he watched through the eyes of his past self unable to change an outcome. There was a repeating rhetoric in all his lives that made Lyle's heartache.