The countess rose, her form beginning to twist, flesh bubbling into chitin. “I think you’ll hesitate. And hesitation is a wound I can open.”
From the shadows behind the altar, children emerged. Dozens of them. Their eyes were hollow, their mouths sewn shut with black thread, and each one held a rusted knife. They moved in a shuffling wave toward Guts, silent as snowfall. berserk.manga
The God Hand, the demon lords who manipulate the world, espouse a belief system rooted in determinism. They claim that everything is preordained, that free will is an illusion, and that humans are merely cogs in a machine driven by desire. Guts’ existence is an affront to this philosophy. He is the "fool" who refuses to play by the rules of the universe. His very existence is a scream of existential defiance. The countess rose, her form beginning to twist,
“I am Rosine’s memory ,” she said, tilting her head. “The countess of these ashes. And you, Guts, carry something I want.” Her gaze dropped to his chest. Not the brand—the beast inside it. “That darkness. It’s delicious.” Dozens of them
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