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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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Broken Record

After realizing that all of his previous 'tour guides' were gone, Apollo felt a little aimless. He landed back down on the ground and began walking back to the city. Panic ran fairly rampant among the people.

After all, several houses were pulled from the ground before being sent crashing down once more. Thankfully, relative to the overall size of the city, the destruction caused by those houses were fairly small.

Nonetheless, people were getting out of their houses in a panic, in case their house would be lifted up next. Others were just running aimlessly, almost like that could somehow increase their chances of surviving.

However, the strange thing was that nobody died. Some people injured themselves by tripping over things in a hurry, but the actual destruction by the houses from Mark did not harm anybody.

Well, at least not physically.