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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.

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A dark sky was before Apollo, to his surprise. However, it was not because the sun was down. In fact, it was in the middle of the day. What made the sky dark was some large black spot. It was as though all the clouds in the toxic wasteland combined together here to create this.

From that black spot, was a constant downpour. Though there wasn't too much light, it was still easy to see the discoloration within the individual raindrops. It definitely wasn't the most welcoming thing out there.

Layla continued running forward, prompting Apollo to follow as to not be left behind. He put the black flame match back into his hand. Currently, half of the match had burned away while roughly thirty minutes had passed.

From this, Apollo determined that the match lasted roughly an hour total. He continued to run forth with Layla while holding the match.