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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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Golden Talisman

An earth-shattering slam rang out.

Layla had slammed into the ground right next to Talon, Lena, and Hex. The surrounding trees were directly uprooted and shot away along with a tidal wave of snow. A massive crater had formed under Layla, along with a large amount of dust.

As that dust cleared, it revealed Layla in the middle of standing up, then shaking her head. The insect was still attached to her back, somehow unscathed. It looked around curiously, as though wanting to survey the scene.

Hex was lying on his back, flat out unconscious.

Lena had been lying down, but got up casually once more. There weren't any apparent wounds on her body, but the blood spilling out from the corners of her mouth showed that she was far from unscathed.