𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧- 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥
Some people don't know what they have until it's gone.
But what about the ones who do know?
The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look helplessly...
High atop the solitary peak, the crimson beacon flared with an intensity that rivaled the sun, searing through the night sky. In an instant, the mountain's silence was shattered by a cataclysmic roar, a detonation so fierce it seemed as though the earth itself might split.
The fiery blossom of destruction swelled outward, a monstrous, incandescent bloom that painted the heavens with shades of crimson red, casting long shadows and illuminating the landscape with an eerie, otherworldly light.
The force of the explosion rippled across the globe, a seismic wave of power that resonated through the very fabric of reality. In far-flung corners of the world, nine individuals felt the tremor deep within their bones, an almost visceral connection to the devastation. Each bore a Roman numeral tattoo, a mark that now pulsed and throbbed in synchrony with the explosion.
In a bustling metropolis, a young man paused mid-stride, his eyes narrowing as he gazed towards the distant horizon—the reflection of the crimson flare glinting in his irises.
Thousands of miles away, a man standing alone on a desolate beach let a sinister smile curl his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a perverse delight.
In a shadowy forest, another figure dropped to one knee, clutching their chest as the symbol on their skin burned like a brand.
And then there was the blindfolded young man, standing amidst a grand, shadowy chamber. Seated at an ornate table with three others, he was a figure of calm amid the unfolding chaos.
His eyes were hidden beneath a black blindfold. On his right palm was the Roman numeral tattoo of No.4, 'IV'.
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As the shockwave reverberated through the earth, he simply stood and said.
"Our 'Angel of Death' has finally returned."
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Tress emerged from the explosion, her blonde hair disheveled but her presence even more menacing than before. Her usually cold demeanor had transformed into something even more cold-blooded, a deadly calm that sent chills down the spines of those who dared to meet her gaze. Her red eyes scanned the shocked faces before her, finally locking onto the unconscious Alluka lying beside her.
