. B a c k I n t o Y o u r S y s t e m .
:: The Chronicles of Resurrection ::
:: Preface ::
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I have yet to absorb the shock of this blood-heating, merciless crime lying before my trembling eyes. A beautiful, polished wood face was broken, shattered. Motionless...idle…crippled on the dark stone as golden rays gleamed over the corpse and two limped, cloaked figures resting beside him.
Nature ignored the misery that was consuming. A joyful blue hung in the atmosphere, and distant birds choired a vigorous melody. Calm breezes swooped around me, passing this scene by as if it were nothing. It all refused to look upon so many swords that ripped through his contained heart like a magic trick gone wrong. A wave of torrent washed through my veins as I struggled to gulp in enough continental air to scream.
My life, my purpose, my reason, all drained out. Akasuna no Sasori……
He's dead.
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