"Stardust Sword Rain!!!"
...
As those words were yelled from the sky, multiple streaks of light accompanied a single arrow's descent. Yet those streaks started to take on the appearance of swords. As it landed a shockwave was generated that was enough to shake the planet to its core.
???: "Surprising, this feeling,...you ragdoll!, .. what are you?"
A female voice said as the dust began to clear
?: "Me?, Hah,.. I'm what you would call a hero perhaps?
"..."Haha..ha. .HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!, A HERO??!! HAVE YOU LOST IT?!"
A malicious female laughter was heard, as the dust cleared, a cackling woman in black and purple was made apparent, although her garments looked somewhat scathed, and she looked like she was enjoying herself to say the least.
"Oh? are you amused?"
The strange man said, as he landed elegantly,
"You certainly made this day interesting...but you did not answer my question"
The female figure said as her laughter began dying down
"Didn't I tell you? I'm a hero as they say"
The man scoffed sarcastically
"Don't toy with me ragdoll"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense as a graduating feeling of lost and despair were now being exerted into the opposite side of the field.
The man remained silent
"So you have chosen a miserable death?"
In a split of a moment, the earth began trembling and the once beautiful sky turned back to the red and deathly apocalyptic look.
"Whoever said I was dying today Monarch?"
Cue Emiya OST: Why I fight
"..No... Impossible...How did you-"
"Like I told you Monarch, they call me a hero""
No..It ...NO IT CAN'T BE!"
The feminine figure tensed immensely at the new information, no she was in a literal state of trembling helplessness...yet she was still trying to hide it with her calm demeanor but ultimately failed to do so
"Ù̸̜̰̞̰̂͋̍́͗̽͐͘͠L̷̤̰̳͍̠͉̏̓̆̈T̵̺̱͔͍̟̹̣̥̪̍̀̂͊͂̚͝ͅÎ̶̜̥̲̓́M̴̢̞̤̞͉̲̦͈̗͆̈́́̾̏̀͝Ä̶̙́̓͋̉!!!"
The female figure yelled harrowingly, gone was her stoic and calm demeanor she was ready to throw the gloves on the ground"
The man remained silent yet a smirk escaped his glowing hood.
" Well then, Monarch of G̶̡̧̻̘̥͖͐̎͛̽̔͝ͅr̵̛͔̰̩̙͕͉̙̈́̎͒ę̸͇̱͇͖͆͊̍͗̄͜ĕ̵̢͈̣̯̣̫̔̐͂͆͋̋̉͘͠ḑ̴̛̗̯̻̟͐͌͌̂̿̀̃̊͝, let's begin shall we?"
Numerous shocked and exasperating noises was heard as the ones watching began to panic, this isn't going to end well to say the least won't it?, The despairing red sky was being opposed by a blue starry night, If the earth was shaking before now it was resounding in magnitudes.
A gush of gold sparks and imprints began making itself apparent on the man's hands as the sky was now looming with gold arcane that was still yet to be fathomed...
A waltz of two opposing power was about to occur, for that reason the man then manifested an all to familiar sword that held the status of a king onto his hand, he then raised said sword until it was pointing to the latter side of the land.
The man then said a few words.
"Can you keep up with me?"
The man said as if it was daring his opponent to make the first move
...
"I'll make sure you fall here U̶̧̜͎̠̙͕͕̅l̸̡͎̝͍̞̩͇̉̕͝t̷̡̡̲̰̩͇̳͖̐͆̍̓́̔̕ͅͅĩ̴͓̦̞̜̘̻̙̮͈͑̀̾͌̐̊͗m̶̡̲̰̮̪̀̓̋̄̆ͅā̷̢̤̦̀̈̄͌̈̈ͅͅ!!!"
Seven orbs of black began appearing on the feminine figure's side. The round spheres then began growing tremendously, a shift in reality was being made as a shattering noise was heard.
The female figure then started laughing until she progressively looked like her face was distorted
" YOU MADE A HUGE MISTAKE U̶̧̜͎̠̙͕͕̅l̸̡͎̝͍̞̩͇̉̕͝t̷̡̡̲̰̩͇̳͖̐͆̍̓́̔̕ͅͅĩ̴͓̦̞̜̘̻̙̮͈͑̀̾͌̐̊͗m̶̡̲̰̮̪̀̓̋̄̆ͅā̷̢̤̦̀̈̄͌̈̈ͅͅ!! "
The spheres then exemplified as the very idea of reality seemed to be distorting.
Said spheres manifested their true nature and forms, seven holes of what seemed to be an empty space, a void, was now about to begin breaking down everything.
However the man simple raised his right arm toward the sky as he was about to show his adversary who truly made the mistake
...
"This soul was made out of swords"
Thousands upon thousands of swords, spears, shields, weapons and noble phantasms started to appear out of nowhere with a gush of golden light, countless voices of shock was heard as they saw they're own weapons sparking into life seemingly out of nowhere
"My Body is of iron"
The weapons then started to fume with power, swords started to be encased in beams, spears started to light up, shields began showing their true nature. It was as if they were responding to the man's call earnestly and offered every last bit of power they can give
"My heart is of crystal glass
The weapons then started heading towards the man's call, the sight was mesmerizing as if it was a nation of soldiers marching onwards. Said weaponsbegan showing their true strength and nature as if they were being used by their original owners respectively
"My Ideals have led me to an enigma of blades"
The outstretched hand then began to be encased in a sigma of blinding light
"For the smiles I swore to protect"
The countless noble phantasms then began dissipating into it's essential forms, as they began turning into golden forms of dust and light
"For the promises I made"
Said forms of golden essences then began weaving together in the man's hand, as they begin to intertwine together at the palm of his hand
"Respond to my wish"
The site looked to beautiful to describe in simple words. However as light that intertwined in the man's hand started to take form of something, it started to take form of an afterimage of a sword that was to blinding to see.....
...
???: " Fall into despair U̶̧̜͎̠̙͕͕̅l̸̡͎̝͍̞̩͇̉̕͝t̷̡̡̲̰̩͇̳͖̐͆̍̓́̔̕ͅͅĩ̴͓̦̞̜̘̻̙̮͈͑̀̾͌̐̊͗m̶̡̲̰̮̪̀̓̋̄̆ͅā̷̢̤̦̀̈̄͌̈̈ͅͅ!!!"
The spheres of unfathomable destruction started to grow at an unstoppable rate, as reality itself began shifting towards madness and distortion...
However the feminine figure then laid her eyes of what was in front of her..
...
The man then swung the afterimage of a sword, no it wasn't just a single blade,
...because what stood behind him...
F̵̹͔͎͂a̸̢̻̽̒́̋ͅį̷̖̔̎l̵̖̭̪̾͑̍ṇ̸͔̬̒a̷̘̦͊̽̌͜ù̷̧̻͇̰̪̝̒͌̿g̶̪̠͚̳̈̈́̔̕h̴̘͚̽̈́̐̽̆ͅt̸̩̩́̈́͋̕ Ṟ̷́͒û̴̲̺̏́̽ĺ̷̖͔͋̽͝ë̵̟̱̤́̓̏ ̶̮͊͒B̷̨̯̋͑r̶̞̱͈̓͜e̸̹̟̋́͌͝a̵̤̟̺̯͒̈͂̚k̶̝̲͇̝͐͠e̷̯̮̱̊̈́͛r̶̦̫̫͋̒͗ R̸̢̛̞̯̻̻̩̭͓͎͑͝ă̷̞͇̙̙̹̩̞͍̒͆́̂͂̂̇̕̚̕͜m̵̡̛͒̾̃͌e̷̝͈͑̇̈́̓̿̊̔̉̆̕͠s̶̢̪͈̘͇͓̲͉̯͛̾̈́̂s̸̛͔̽͒̀̉ͅẹ̷̪̯̈͂̓̚u̶̧̦͈̰͌̔m̷̰̻̕͜ ̸̧̞̳̙̠͎̦̩̯̣̔́̿̆͊̋̉͘͝ͅ T̵̨̥̞̪̑͛̔͂̆̌͑̇͊͠é̷̡̳̤̭̳̖̩̝͜ͅn̴̦̣̐̈́̒t̴̡̧͇̪͎̹͓͌y̷̼͔̯̖̞̌̾̃̾r̸͓̺̬̠̜͉̮̖͊̅͐̾̎̂̀̿̂͆́͜i̴̬͕̤̲̯͚̟͛͋̋̊́̓̐̈̚s̶̢̙̻̰̖̖̽̀̋̌͋̓ Ē̷͉x̴̨̳͗̚c̴̮̓á̷̻l̸͈̈́ì̸̳͗b̶̫̂͋u̷̗̍̋r̷̝̐ ̴̲͖̎M̶̜̐ò̵͉͑r̵̜̘͌̕g̴̝͙̐a̵̰͝n̸̩͐̈́ A̷͙̮͇͐r̷̖̺̼͕̖͋̎̈́͋͜ǫ̸̝̜̔͐̉̀̋̈́͜͜ñ̸̖̝̹͚̈̎͜d̸̨̲͗̓̽͘i̴̝͖̼͆͌͆͝g̸̛͔̙͔͚̣̗̈́̓̾͂̈́ḧ̸̨̘̖̟́͛͘t̶̟̉̓̀̋̾ Q̴̨̡̛̰͉̜͍̜͈͖̋͋́̈́̃ű̷̟͓̿i̸̭͍̮̩̠̣̅͂͜n̵̞̘̖̺̥͙͊͋t̸̮͓̫̳͚̮̭̐̈͗̔̍͝ͅế̴̛̞̑̃̿͂̑t̶̨̫̣̦͍͕̪̝̺̀ͅt̸̨͈͚̥̬̥̙̦̲̼͌̈͒͆́͗̓͘͝ę̶̰̯̜̗̠̫́̏͜ ̶̧̛̰͉̳͌̅͑̍̄̇͆̔̽F̶̢̘͇͙̝͊̇̊̐̉͆͝e̵̗̯̥̤͕̙̽͆̈́͒̿͗ǔ̵͍̏̍̄̈́͆̀͘͝͠ę̷͕̩͚̬̠͕͙̑͌̋͋̇̌́̕ͅȑ̴̹̰̒̇̓̔̔́̆͝ Ľ̷̛͚̪a̶͉̍̂u̵̝̙͝š̵̗͜͠ ̵̱̱̉S̷̤̿a̵̠̍͝i̷̮̭͌͗n̴͎̱̒̇t̸͎͛ ̴̦̄̈́C̷͓͛̂l̴͓͘a̸̻͠ù̵̧͔d̵̲̦͛͠i̷̥͆ũ̶̘s̶̢̊ F̵͍̯͔͝l̴̻͇̩̹̋̎͒ę̶͙̖͂̉ư̵̬͛̀̚ŕ̴̠͙̐͊ ̴͉̖͖̣̉D̵̰̺͆̑͗͜ḝ̴̣̆͑͐ ̶̮̥͖̖̆̚̚L̴͓̝̘̔͒̈͠i̸̘͔̪̣͊s̵̩̩͈͑̒̉̽ Ḻ̵̿o̷͕͙̎r̶͎̒ḋ̵̼̞́ ̷̼͑͠Ċ̶͎h̸͖͚̽͝a̸̳̋͊l̷͎̟̋d̷̡̆̓e̸̙̼̿͝ą̷̦͂ṣ̵̩̏͗. B̷̨̯̐a̴̖̒̃l̸̟̜̒͝m̵̳͈̚ű̴͖̃ň̴̥g̸̗̻̋́. E̶͇̻͌n̵̖̮̹̍̏ů̴̥̼̙͔͠m̴̢̯̮̤͋͌̓a̸̜͍͎̬̿̈́̓̌ ̴̠̝̯͔̀͝Ë̶̩̤͉̽̚l̷̨͒i̷̭̙̙̩͋̋̕ş̶̻̰̃ḥ̷̖̘̼̑̍ C̴̖̄r̵̥͝ọ̵̮̓c̶̠̆ê̴̯̾a̶̢̅ ̷̡͗M̶̡̈́́͜o̷̥͑r̸͖̀͝s̸͕̽̋ F̸̮̜̟̤̌̍̓͑̒̕ḁ̵̙̂͝x̴̯̬̟̍́̈ͅ ̵̨̖̼͕͎̒̀̉̀̎C̴̹͋a̴͕͇͓̭͂̉ͅȩ̴͈̈̑̎̃̚͝l̶͖͔̺͖͖̏ë̵̢̻͙̝́̋̂̊̂͝s̴̤̝͙̦͘ͅt̶͎̦̩͍͑̏̊̐͜ḯ̸̢͚͙̘͑̅ͅͅs̷̞͖̚ E̴͈̹̬̪̓͂͠ṇ̶͎̯̤̆̆̀̈́͂̕k̶̬̩̜̰͐ǐ̵̺͎͆̏̅͠͝ḏ̴̡̲͔̦̠̎̑û̶̘̬̪̦̭̦͛̿̌̂ T̷̙̰̦̯̗͈͆̽s̴̭͇̭̮̔͒͗̊u̸̧̥̻͠m̸̛̠̯̥͇͇̼̿͊̕̚ṷ̶̲̜̚k̵̻̫͑̒ặ̴̛̉̏r̸̞̦̃̇͜ͅī̷̭͚̦̏͊́̏͋ ̶̧̫̫̠̞́̊͌͘ͅM̶̢͍͕̞̆͊̎̕͠u̵͘ͅr̶̪̺̉͛͐̅̀a̸̛͍͆̐͒̍m̶̥̬͒ͅa̷̧̦͉͓̱͍͌̂͛͝ş̷̪̞̼͔̮͂̅̊͐͗̀ḁ̷̡̻̺̣̲̆̃ C̸͈͎͌͛h̵̫͘r̶͉͠ő̶̮̯n̸̛̮o̷͇͗s̴̻̓ ̷̺͒̕R̸̜̄͘ͅő̸̜͗s̴̚ͅe̷̖̭̋̑ V̴͙̘̯̻̥̄͘i̴̪̜͓̬͓͚̋͆̇̅̐͋v̶̮̠̟̱̟̔̊͐̈́̒͜͝i̵̛͔̾̃͐̆a̶̡̛͕͖̟͎̒̓̓̊̍ń̴̲̰͔͎̘̖. S̸̹̃͗̄̔̅͊ṱ̷̣̬͓̊͂e̷̺̞̫͔̖͙̓̅͑̽͠l̷͚̣̟̦̙͊̂́̈̔͝l̵̳̫̩̲̻̎a̵̩̓ G̴͓̲̜̦̣̈a̴͍̹̲̫̽̑̽t̶͓̺͈̑̅e̴̠̱̥͖̫͠ ̴̬͇̗͂́̓̐ơ̸̦̯͉̤̐͘͝f̴̪̟̈́͆͛͒͌̽ ̸̢̜̳̝̈́́͌̐͜B̶̜̊̅̓͊́́a̵̛̝͋̒̽̌͆b̸̨̡͚̋͋͠͝y̵͖̿̇́́͝͝l̷̢͉̞͇̠̒̇̔̃̋͝o̴͓͖͆̿̍̆̌n̴͍̝̫̻̙͚̔̀̉͊͗ G̷̗̥͚̝͑̌̓â̵̛̺̝̺̫̞̒́͝l̷̢̒̀̃̈́̌͠a̴̡̡̪̱̻̍̿̓͠t̴̡̞͙̗́̓̐̏̆̑i̸̧̙̻̜͒͆̔ņ̷̺͉͚̥̙̉̄̀̔̚ȩ̵̛͍͌̂̾͝. C̶̛̤̰a̷̢͕͝ĺ̸̨i̴̹̓b̵̦̆͐u̸̼̦͒ŗ̴͌͝n̵͉͒..A̸̢̭͔̲͇̽̏̊͝͠n̶̨̢̬̻̼̺̬̜̤͙̐̈́ ̸̨̮̬̥̦͙͙̮͖͚̦͒͑͑̿͑͐̊̐̽̈́͝Ǧ̶̠̻͈̰́à̵̭̜͎̘̠̓̔̑̅̓̄͐l̶̗̝͚̼̭̖̯̭̗̙̫̈͌̑̎̚ ̵̨̤̠̼͇͔̻̆̍͑Ṱ̶̳͎̈̊̈́̍̈́̀a̴̝̥̱͚̝̅̽̉͒̉̓͂͂͘ͅ ̸̣̯̱͙̳͕̝͉͗̇͋̐͊̚͝Ķ̵̡͈̥̻̠͈̝͍̆͊̽͜ỉ̵͈̗̩͇̩͖̘̀̍̾̏̉̅͆ ̸̙͔̗̟̤̊ͅg̷͖̫̲͙̳̹̘͚̯͔̬̑̌͋̋́̈́̓͗̉̚ȃ̴̗̗͖́̎̍͋̎̾̕͠l̸̬̉̂͋̄̀͋̚͝ ̴̩̯̙̎̽̀̈́̈́̈́́̋̊͝͝S̵̲̠͚͚̽̍̔͆͑̋̀̌̈̚̕ẹ̷̬̿͌̔͋̃̅͒͘ V̸̬̥̼̟͕̬́́̽͝͝͝à̷̟̘̱͛́̀̈́s̴͔̠͔̱̗̪̈͌̚͝a̶̧͕̘̱͑̄̍̽̇̚v̴̨̨͍̼̓i̶̘̭͔̭̤̓̈́̇̌͊̇ ̵̗̌͋͌̍S̷̢̛̱͚̙̦̾̀h̸̭͍̬̖̖̩̉̌̾̅̚a̷̙̍̏͛͋́̓ͅk̶̡̡̛̥̝̜̽̿̚t̷̨̨̪̮͔̞̄̚i̷̢̜̺̹̜̼̍͂̀̀̿̄ Ṟ̴͓̠̘͙͓͆̋̓̕͠͝h̸͎̒̊̚ȏ̴̯͙̤̲̈́̔n̶̩͇̖̭͎̟̒̃̒̚ǧ̵̙̗͕͙́̂o̴̡͓̙͙̒̍͋m̷̦̩̦̻̣̋̔̍͊̔͒y̷̙̽͑n̶̜̤͙͐ï̷̧̮̖̻̄̀̑̽͝ä̷̰̏͐̀͛͝d̵̺̭̠͉̈̋̃̉̀̓ Á̶̳̘í̵̦̟͖͔͒͊͌́r̴̢̡̥̙̟̻̘̥͕̜̒̋͂͒́̅̋́͘g̴̛̯̙̜̳̓̉͒̈́͛̽͒͠͠ĕ̵̮̲͎͇̭̺͆ͅͅt̸̢̢͓͍̣̟͕̱̥̩̐l̵̡̧͔͇̖̞͚̗̲͒́̈́͘͜a̵͖̱͔̫̮͋̉ṃ̸̛̛͍͆̈́͐̿͊ P̵̧͍͕̥̻͔̓́̚a̷̞̿̄͊s̴̥͚͙̫̿̎h̵̲͇̟̾̋̿͠ṷ̵̙͈̤̏͒͝͝p̷̢̧͚̻̭̂̊̇͊̀a̶̛̖͙̽̇̍̊͠t̸̢̞͎̯̞͇̾̀͝á̷͖̖̞̓̂̍͒͘. C̴̖͎͔̬̑̅̔̿̀͘l̷̡̨͖̜̫͍̎̔͝ȁ̷̙̘̯̗̳̲r̶̨̯̭̐è̷͕̾͛͒n̸̮̬̹̩͓̆̄̍t̵͓̗̋͒̉ B̴̼̗̳̝͎̼̾̂̚ŗ̷̛͓̔̌̏͆̊y̸̱̙͇͗́̄͠ņ̶̡͍̏̒͑̌͝ĥ̸͍ï̵̖̈́l̷̹̙͕̗̮̗̒̈́̓͒d̵̡̗̓͂̃͝. A̸̢̨̢͕̹̦͛̒̆̓s̶̝̩̙͇̪̺̜͚͇̋̈́͆͊̉̆̒c̶̜̳͖͍̼̟͌̎̎̽a̵̬̥̪͎̬͍̐͊̎͒͌̋͑͗̃̈́͘l̷͔̣͇͖̮̝͑̎̂ọ̵͙̏̍̓̋̓͛͗́̈́͝n̸̢̠̦̱̩̳͓̹̰͗͗͋̈́̀ Ṃ̷̢̡̳̻͇̔͛̄̕a̶̧̨̦͉͖͖͎̍͑̊͑h̵̬̉̋̒̀͂̓a̸͈̫̠̖̼̐̽̇͌̊͜͝p̴̨̧͔͚̪̎̇̾̏̾̊͗̄͐̋̚ͅr̴̯̬̰͎̹̺͇̪̥͇̔̽ͅa̶̖̥̩̖̟̺̹̠̍̊l̴̢̥͙̠̞̠͛͘ą̴̝͚̦͚͊̋̓͛͒͘ͅy̶̙̖̞͌͑͗̾̕ą̸̘͈̱̳̭̣͈͙͚̍̇͆̇̔̄͛̌͘͝͝ͅ ̴̡̺̻̈͠R̷͇̰̐̿̐̓͋o̸͍͚͇͇̳̍̂͠m̶̛̤̼ã̵̜̲̈́̊͛n̷̨͔̣̔͐͝ͅt̴͉̞̮̯̉̋̾̚i̴̧̝̲̮̯͐̈͜a̷͕̍̄̅͘ͅ.A̸͙̾̈́̀̔̿m̸̥͈͉͎̻̣̏̍͌͒͠a̵̫͓͕̮͜͠l̷̡̲̹̾͗̔̾͜ì̶̻̪̗͎͙͐̇v̵̝̦͚̤̰̙͒ì̷̞̼̀j̴̢̢̬̟͌͊͆̕ṉ̷̜̅̈̅͠a̴̭͒̊n̵͍̘̫̜͋͒̈̉â̶̧̢̱̞̮̤̈́ Z̶̨̺̜̗̘̮̯̹̲͔̍̀e̷̬͍̔͑̏̓͠k̸̗̹̥̖̫̟̖̥̾̀͌̈͜k̷̤͓͂̈́̎́͌͋͛e̸̦̜͂̏̂̄̅̈́́̾n̷̨̻̬͉̜̮͎̟͋̉̊͜ͅ ̴̢̱̥̼̦̘̭̞͗̏͑̾̆̚̚͜͠M̴̧̍̀̀̈́͒̾͝ŭ̸̖͖͕̯͛ķ̷͖͇̯̇̊̇̈̿y̴̨̡͚̱̟̲̹̼̩̝̅̀̒̒ų̷̳̗͇̱̮̥̘͌̍̍̔̇̾͐̈́̔̕͠ỉ̴̘̱̗̉̏͛s̵̺̺̹̘̙̺̱̪̩̳̊̃̔͝s̵̲̼̥̓̄͋̌̾͆́̊̂e̸̢̞̟̬̭͎͗̽̉̿̇͐̕͜͠ņ̸̺̻̺̲̟̣̲̉̀͑͂͗͊̊̋͝ S̸̳̻̈́̈́̎̌ͅh̵̝̮̗͉̗͓̎͑ͅį̷̳͔͇̟̘̗̋̌̈́̏́m̸̜̻̖͈̋̂̓̃̃͌̓͒̚̚a̵̝̻̠̟̘͔̪̟͝t̶̛͍́̉s̵͎̰̪̑͐͊̑͘͝͝ṷ̵̠͉̑͐́̊̈͜͠k̵̰̗̳͖͎̙̙͇̖̱̀̎̂̒̃̊̈́̔̚e̴͕̞̫͖͕̱̭̭̻̖̾̋̐̅̏͋̕̚͝ń̷̛̝̯̮͎̘̟͉͙̰̽̋͝ͅ Ẹ̴̄͝x̷͙͚̆͝c̵͙̭͂͝a̵̹̺͑l̴̝̗̕͠ḯ̷̯͚b̵̡͐u̸̢̮̎̕r̷͈̓̂ G̶̬̠͝å̷͍̲͊e̷̜͛̄ ̸̢̩̎B̷̞͕͋͐o̵͓͂l̸̤͔̊ĝ̸̮̓ L̶̡̳̫͎̙̳̝̪̎̈́͒̓̐͜͝a̷̡̫͈̐̊͑͆̂́̔̕ ̵̧͈̻̰̞̤͓̞̳̀̀̀̕̕G̶̗̟͙̗̬̱̠͍̝͓̊̿͋̊́̈́̋͛̉̈̍͜r̶̨͇̓̀̾̏̅ȍ̵̖̥͔̫̂̑̈́̆̎̏͛͘͘ͅn̶̈̌͋̾̈́̋̊̾̆̚͝ͅḍ̸̦̖̭̺͉͇̖̆̔́̚e̷̪͛̈̂̃̑̊͗͑͠m̷̨̱͙̥̙̻̜̺̠͈̮̅͊͌͂̂ȩ̶͕̲̲͖͗̊̈́̒͑̈̋̂͛͘̚ń̴̙͓̣̺̺͈́ţ̴̝̣͉͓̣̫̇͒͗͑̀ ̶̡̛̱̲̥͖̟̙̪́͐͒̑͑͌D̴̨̨̠̙͐͒̌ͅů̷̡̬̓̽̈́̎͑͌̑͘͝͝ ̸̧̥̲̲͇̑̑̋̈́̓̒̽͊H̵̢͂̏͐̀̓̒̌͂͠͠à̵͍̳͓͉̞͍̗̟͝í̷͉̖̤̝̊͛̓́͘͠͝ņ̵̡̜̦̯̳̹̬̫̍̄̈̐́̚͝͝ͅḛ̶̩̂͐̎͒͝ V̴̦̉̎̅̔́̑̓͑̉̈͊e̷̛͉̲͎̊̄̌͑̒r̷̨̡̧̰͈̙̙͍̅̄̀̔͆̈́̊̄͐̃ͅǵ̵̢̨̤̮̗͍̫͍̰̠̍͜ë̷̤̥́̏̎ͅ ̷̛̯͍͈̝̭̪̩̞̮͕͌͑̎͒̔́̂̐̚͝Ȧ̷̧̛̜̠̪͚̯̥͉̮͎̎̈́̇̔͘̚̚̚͘ͅv̷͓͕͓͖̖͕̲̪̫̬̓͐̒̆̀́̈́̊̒e̴̠̝̝̙̯̰̓͗̄̾͊͋̂̽̐̚̕s̵̩̻̘͎̞̫̜̦̞̹̿͗̾̓͊͐́̐̿͆͠t̷̢͖͈̦̳̗̞̔̎̋̂̅̈́͝ä̶͚͙͚̥͈́͂̽͐̇́̆͘͜͝͝͠ͅ
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