Clash of the Age: Physique and Mind

It was a troubled day for the land of Midi. The sky rumbled in anticipation of the worst, the earth grew sour wherever he tread, and the wind howled in fear. Far beneath the surface of the nation stretched endless tunnels in a great cavern system, once believed to have been the home of a legion of devils. The air whispered warnings and temptations to whoever entered, spirits caught within the walls attempted to stretch out to catch and possess all. Saburo tread these grounds without a care in the world. The spirits whom lingered covered in fear at his approach and those daring few who attempted to reach out to him had their spirits caught and burned. The devil lord's steps echoed through long paths, sending shivers down nearby creature's spines. But he had not arrived for an idle walk or to scare the ever living metaphysical crap out of everything and everyone. He had purpose in these caves. Somewhere in here lurked the secret to him reaching the ultimate state of being for a devil. If he could do that, no one could stop him, he could accomplish anything. If that came to be, he could at last accomplish his goal.