1 Prologue: Blurred reverbrations of the past

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If I were to lose you, I would not be sad.

I would become a shadow of myself.

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"I'll tell you this, the word has never changed from the beginning until today, and it will never change

as long as our intellect, shared for millennia, continues to flow."

A mature voice was walking through the perpetually nocturnal parks outside the

city. From the sound of the footsteps, one could see four feet immersed among the stones and the weeds. They were two men. They wore heavy jackets, fastened to some tunics from the old school of exorcists. The masks they wore on their faces they had the same school symbols, but these were clearly worn by the time.

"Alright old man… but speaking of serious things..."

"This is serious!"

"Sure, sure! But we certainly weren't out here to chat."

"I-I know! But this is not just gossip..."

From his voice, the man seemed quite annoyed, but one could tell in his tone a certain habit of that kind of arrogance.

"So... Where did you see it?"

The young man asked, touching with his fingers the strange stick that he kept embedded in the side of the pants, like a sword.

"He was farther on, near the fountain. I never lie about these things and, despite my age, I feel more lucid even than you! "

The young man burst out laughing.

"I wouldn't count on that much."

The two advanced in silence for a while as they approached the point

of interest. Their footsteps broke the glass of silence inside the park and the adjacent wood.

From time-to-time, voices made of wind filtered their aura until they broke between trees, crumbling words on the ground.

"The words..."

He intoned the old man again.

"They are the only thing we have left, the only immutable element. It has changed shape, obviously, but the concept is the same. Through the words we change the world inside us. Through them we change the universe outside of us. "

The boy nodded without particular interest, rubbing his weapon to concentrate and stay alert.

"Our city is one of the few, or perhaps the only miraculous oasis that has remained in our devastated world."

The bulbs of the streetlamps silently illuminated the park path, the fireflies to theirs inside they prayed for freedom through their cage.

"If one of them comes in here... he would mean that the grudge is

advancing towards our city... "

"... And that would be a big problem."

The young man concluded.

The two were now within walking distance of the fountain.

"The world used to have a different logic. I'm sure of it. The components of the earth around us, they are not made for the conditions we live in. "

"Whatever it is, it is now."

This area of ​​the park was the quietest. Weeds grew in smaller quantities, the fountain had been dried for some time now, the surface was cracked but the structure still standing. Even though it was near the threshold that held the energy of the distant grudge, hardly anyone from the city preferred to spend time in that area.

"Time seems to have stopped..."

The old man said in a low voice, enchanted by the quiet of the place.

"Indeed."

The young man answered.

Time.

Something moved in the darkness behind them. The young man could hear a beat behind him, and a thin voice like a cry that froze the bones of his soul. He didn't let in time to turn around that life no longer harbored in the old. Even though he couldn't see them, the eyes hidden behind his mask no longer stared at anything, as if they were one rock.

"W-What..."

The young man could not move with the speed necessary to react to anything was going on. His body and his mind were sailing in slow motion, the air was permeated by a heavy sound and the crying, and the voices, made his legs limp. Trying to calibrate a bit of clarity, he walked away as quickly as possible, grabbing his electrified club without being able to lift it.

I-I must go... I must...

The tall black figure watched him lifelessly. The confidence that he had built up in against the city and its surroundings had been blown away, like the wind on dust. With the little strength he had he managed to turn on the electrification system of the club. He could hear the dull sound of electricity flowing like a river in the iron joints on the tip of the club.

W-Why does ... This moment ... These moments must exist ...?

The figure emanated radiation strong enough to faint in seconds,

the latter grabbed with her pale hands the helpless body of the old man, she took the mask away with a gesture and savored his humanity from the uncovered face, sucking it up brutally in the envelope he had on his head. The circular window on the chest of the figure lit up, feeding the spirits within. After that, it threw the body like an empty can.

"Run ... I must … I can't ..."

Now it's my turn.

The tall figure dressed in black, who looked like a grotesque imitation of a human, thin and frighteningly tall, he slowly approached, floating with his feet wrapped from the black cloud that circulated around her.

It's the end.

A piercing scream, like a fusion of many ailing voices. From the porthole on the chest of the creature souls came out, like fireflies enclosed in the bulbs of the streetlamps in the park.

The area lit up with a blinding light that died moments later. The creature disappears. She had been pierced by the sacred bandages. The one who had issued them fell on his feet. He was not dead. Instead, he was exhausted from a long journey without memory.