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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasi
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Are You Afraid?

At this point, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that most people in the empire had woken up. Somewhere along the line, the intention to go undetected was forgotten. It was almost as if the goal was to be detected by as many people as possible.

A shockwave had emanated from the collision of both Hex's and the black dragon's attack. Once this shockwave passed through Apollo and Willow, they both woke up immediately.

Layla noticed this, then smiled.

"Wah! Friends are awake!"

Willow and Apollo sat up. They slowly turned to each other, with blank stares.

Then, a smile appeared on Apollo's face.

Both of their figures flashed. Their swords clashed, then trembled in place.

Apollo's eyes immediately widened before a giggle spilled out of his lips.

The injury on Apollo's back had healed while there was a scar from the top of Willow's right shoulder to the left side of her waist.