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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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You Remind Me Of Someone

Apollo's bokken tore through the air, as though he was ripping through the fabric of space.

A thunderclap resounded throughout the empire.

The dragon made of water was split in two before scattering into tiny droplets of lifeless water. It could no longer reform. Just the shockwave from Apollo's slash forcefully shattered what gave it the strength to hold together.

Yet...

While the dragon made of water was utterly decimated, the dragon made of wind was unharmed. As such, nothing stopped it from attacking Apollo.

The sound of tearing flesh and cracking bones filled the air.

Apollo's spine shattered under the force of the dragon's jaws. He could no longer stand tall, as he had nothing to support him.

Rhea coughed up a mouthful of blood. She received severe backlash from her dragon dissipating.