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Two men stood in front of a blockade of green and black mist.
"What do you think this Is?"
"Some kind of new dust?"
"Nah, I'm thinking It's a semblance."
They looked at the mist, whispers called from it.
"You sure this is a good idea?"
"No…but It's not like we have a choice. Raven will kill us if we back out."
The other man sighed. He only supposed this was the "perks" of being a bandit. The two men slowly started walking into the mist. As soon as they walked in, it became hard to breath.
"God…this is some thick fog." One of the men coughed out.
Suddenly, they noticed weird creatures running towards them for an attack. The bandits pulled out their weapons, preparing themselves for a fight. As the creatures reached them, the bandits started slashing with their swords.
"These things are like Grimm. They just disintegrate."
"Only thing is, they're not bunched up greatly."
"And here I thought this was going to be a challenge."
The bandits shared a laugh and continued to walk through the mist. After a few more yards, they found themselves in a clearing.
"Hey, check that out." One of the bandits pointed to the stone structure in the middle. It was like a throne.
There, sat a man. He had dark grey-pale skin, white neck length hair. Atop that white hair, was bluish-green glowing mist that formed a crown. The man wore armor, or at least what looked like part of it. His chest was slightly exposed, a black triangle at the center. The mist seemed to be coming out of the triangle. He seemed to be wearing an armored jacket, as the shoulder pads were covered, and he wore armored gloves. His pants were simple, yet they were slightly armored as well, with boots and a leg covering.
"You think he's a Faunus?"
The other bandit looked at him. "A Faunus? Really? I have never seen a Faunus like this."
Suddenly, the man on the stone throne looked at them. The bandits tensed up, as his glowing, bluish-green eyes stared into their souls. The man stood up, his tall extremely tall figure making those piecing eyes even more terrifying. He held out his hand, and a massive sword started to form in his hand. Its blade was long, with two handles and two guards. The second one, being larger than the second one. The man smiled and charged.
/ = /
Raven stood at the front of her tent. Her arms crossed and her foot tapping the ground in an impatient fashion. She scowled, as the mist continued its approach. The two of her men that she sent had yet to return. They couldn't have run away. The only thought that came to her mind was that they both died at the hands of the Grimm.
"Weak…"
A few minutes had passed, and the mist had approached the door. Raven took her mask and put it on. Her sword strapped to her waist. She walked off her tent deck and to the main doors. Her bandits stared at her as she walked by.
"Open it." She commanded. The two station guards nodded and opened the gates. As soon as they were fully opened, the mist had started to slowly pour into the camp. The guards started to cough as Raven walked into the mist. She immediately unsheathed her sword, as strange creatures came running at her.
She slashed at the first few monsters that approached her, stabbing at the rest.
"What are those things?" She looked back at the rapidly disintegrating forms of the monsters.
She walked a bit further, and then stood in a clearing. She scowled under her mask. the bodies of her men sat on the floor. She then tilted her head in confusion, as it seemed to be a sword stab that killed them.
"You…are interesting…" A voice called out to her. Raven looked up, her sword at the ready. She looked around her but didn't see anything.
"I sense something in you…something else…Another soul…" A tall man stepped out of the mist. Raven noticed the crown shaped mist surrounding his white shaggy hair. "Isolde?"
"I don't know who this 'Isolde' is, but you're an annoyance to my tribe. Leave, and no harm will come to you." Raven threatened.
The man laughed. "Please, to me, you matter so little." He started walking towards her. "However, you have my queen. Return her to me." He said, reaching out with his arm.
"I'm not giving you anything." Raven growled.
The man frowned. "Then…I shall take her from you." He summoned a glowing bluish-green great-sword and charged. Raven, surprised at his speed, barely had time to block the strike. She grit her teeth as the man pushed down, his slight height advantage giving him more weight. The man ended the clash and went for another strike. As Raven blocked the attack again, not noticing the small cracks on her blade.
The two went at each other with slices and stabs. Raven being on the attack, barely gave the man any breathing room. Or that is what she thought. She looked at him, as he grinned while parrying every attack Raven threw at him. Whether it was a slice at his head, or at his feet. The two blades collided.
The man jumped back as Raven separated the two with a push. He then turned into mist, surprising Raven. He quickly appeared behind her and sliced downward. Raven tried to block but failed. The sword sliced at her arm and drew blood. Raven was then kneed in the stomach, then hit in the face with the end of the man's sword. He then sliced upward, slicing her mask in half and marking her face..
Raven fell back but rolled over and jumped to her feet. She growled, bringing a hand up to her face. She felt blood coming out of a cut.
"So his blade can cut through aura...that's not good." Raven sheathed her sword. She brought it out again, for it to be a different color. "Maybe fire dust will have some effect on his semblance, since it's practically gas."
Raven flew forward. Her sword at her side. She went for a sideways strike. The man turned into mist and flew back, dodging her strike. His mist form then flew forward, charging at her once more.
Raven ignited the fire dust blade. She swung at the approaching mist, thinking it would do something. She was surprised when the mist split itself in half and avoided the strike.
At the same time, the man appeared in the air, his sword behind him. He roared and went for an overhead strike, falling quickly to the ground. Raven brought her sword up to block, only to have the blade shattered immediately.
The man landed on his knee and quickly punched Raven in the stomach, while her aura protected that, it didn't protect the slice the man took that grazed her right arm as she went for a dodge. It drew more blood. She was lucky to have been able to dodge that one.
Raven was then hit in the face one more time, and was sent flying back. She went to change blades again, only to not feel her sheath.
The man held up a covering. "Looking for this?" He taunted. Raven only growled in response. "I see that you have somehow used your soul as a means to shield yourself. Not that it matters, because It doesn't seem to be working, however. Could that be a testament to how weak you are?" He taunted.
Raven snarled. Her eyes sparked flames at the sides. She hovered above the ground and created her own sword. Her face filled with anger. She was not expecting to use her maiden powers.
The man laughed. "Ha! You think whatever that is will stop me? It feels just as weak as your soul! You are nothing!"
Raven roared, and charged forward, going for an overhead swing. At the same time, the man threw the sheath back and prepared an underhand swing with a single arm. The bluish-green aura shined brighter than ever. The two blades collided, and Raven's magic blade broke. Her eyes widened, as she was then stabbed in the side of her stomach. She coughed up blood.
She fell to her knees, as the maiden power went from her eyes. The man pulled his sword from her body, lifted his open hand to her chest. She felt a pull, and started to scream, except she made no noise. She felt her aura leave her completely, and then felt a pull on her soul.
"The weight of this moment is so much more than you." The man said with a smirk on his face.
Raven then felt the maiden powers flow out of her body, in the man's hand, a red ball of aura appeared in his hand. Suddenly, the pain stopped, and Raven fell to her face as the man backed up.
"This…this is not Isolde…" The man said. He kicked Raven over, and she was now on her back. "WHERE IS ISOLDE!?" He cried out.
"I-I…d-don't k-know who sh-she is." She mustered out.
The man frowned and closed his hand with the red aura ball. The red light flowed around his body, then fell to his sword. The light then faded into the weapon.
"This power…What is it?" He asked.
"I-it's th-the power of the S-spring maiden." she s
"Hm…and what is this 'Spring Maiden' you speak of?"
"I…" Raven coughed up more blood.
The man frowned. "It seems that your time is coming. Either way, I believe It is my time to leave." The man started walking away from her. He stopped half-way from where she came from.
He turned his head to look back at her. "If you do survive, remember not to challenge me again." He was about to walk away, but Raven mustered out a few more words.
"W-who are y-you?"
He looked back again. "I was once a man, driven by the love of his queen. Now, I am The Ruined King."
/ = /
Ozpin frowned at the image before him. His friend and ally, Qrow Branwen stood next to him. The two looked at a tattered and almost broken Raven Branwen. She had appeared from a portal, shuffling through it, then falling to the ground. She was now lying in a bed in Beacon Academies hospital wing. She had been out for over an hour now.
"Oz…what happened to her?" Qrow asked.
Ozpin sighed. "I do not know…And I really wish I did." Then took a sip from his mug.
"We have to find out who did this." Qrow's fist started to clench.
"Qrow…"
"I don't care, Oz. She might have left the cause, but she is still my sister." Qrow said, pulling out his flask. "I have to do this."
Ozpin frowned, but nodded slightly.
At the same time. Raven groaned, catching the two by surprise. Her eyes fluttered, and finally opened.
"Raven?"
She tilted her head to the familiar voice to see her brother and former headmaster standing beside her.
"I…didn't need your help." Raven groaned.
"It sure didn't seem like that, because YOU came to us." Qrow almost shouted. He calmed himself down by taking a drink from his flask. "What…Happened."
Raven sighed. "One day ago, my scouts noticed a black and green mist approaching our camp. At the time, I didn't think anything of it, until this morning, when It was considerably closer. A few hours after I woke up, the mist was roughly 52 yards from camp."
"What was in the mist?" Ozpin asked.
Raven scowled. "I was getting to that."
Ozpin frowned once more.
"I sent two scouts to investigate the mist. After a few hours, they hadn't returned and the mist was outside our walls. Fed up, I decided to investigate it myself. I didn't think much of it at the time, but when I entered the mist, I knew something was up."
She drew in a quick breath. "There were creatures that came out of the fog. Monsters. I don't know what they were, but they looked like…Zombies. I killed a few of them before entering a clearing. In that clearing, a man had emerged from the mist."
"A man?"
"Yes. He had a bluish-green mist crown atop his head. White neck-length hair, pale, grey skin. He wore a combination of armor and normal clothing. The thing that took me second by surprise was the black triangle on his exposed chest. It seemed to be producing the mist."
Ozpin was in deep thought. "And you traded blows with him."
"Yes…I did."
"What was his weapon?"
"It was a massive Zewihander. One that I had never seen before. It glowed like the crown, I think as a way to signify it's power. It was taller than him as well. Which was already amazing, since he was tall. 6'3, I would guess. What made it more dangerous, is that It cuts right through aura."
Ozpin's frown deepened, while Qrow stopped mid-drink
"Then…" Raven sighed. "As I was on the ropes during our clash…Gods know I hate saying this...I used the maiden powers. Created a sword with it."
"WHAT?!" Qrow yelled out with furious rage, throwing his flask to the ground. "You had the maiden powers!? Why didn't you say anything!?" Ozpin held him back, motioning for Raven to continue.
"He broke my magic blade and stabbed me…then…stole the maiden powers."
Ozpin's eyes widened. Qrow's did as well.
"He…stole the maiden powers?" Ozpin asked with bewilderment.
"Yes…it…felt…horrible. Like my soul was being teared from my body. He said something about someone. His 'queen'. Someone named Isolde." Raven finished.
Ozpin had the most troubled look on his face. It made Raven want to smirk, but she was still in some pain from the battle.
"This man has become a troubling factor. If she can get to him before we can…it might prove to be very problematic."
Qrow picked up his flask and took a big drink from it. Raven wanted to scoff.
"Anything else we should know about this man?" Ozpin asked.
Raven nodded. "Yes, he seems to have the ability to control the mist. At one point in our fight, he himself turned into mist to attack me."
"Hm…"
"He also had a name."
"Hm?"
"He referred to himself as The Ruined King. Whatever that was supposed to mean." Raven tried to stand up, only for her to be pushed back down by Qrow. "I'm not staying here. I gave you information, and now I'm leaving. I have a tribe to attend to."
The two men looked at each other.
"Fine." Qrow sighed. "Do you need me to fly there?"
Raven scoffed. "Don't make me laugh. I already have a bond with some…" She stopped talking. She couldn't feel Vernal's presence at all.
"No…" Raven felt herself start to tear up. She looked down to hide them. Her fists tightened up. This Ruined King had destroyed her tribe. It was the only thing she could think of.
"He…you think he destroyed the tribe?" Qrow asked. Raven nodded. "I'll go check it up for you. Just to be sure."
Raven looked at him with surprise, but then shook her head. "Don't bother…it's fate has been sealed."
"We don't know- "
"I KNOW IT!" Raven shouted. "THAT MAN IS DANGEROUS! HE DIDN'T SHOW ANY EFFORT WHEN FIGHTING ME!" She grits her teeth. "Even with the maiden powers, all it took was one stab of his sword to get me to the ground." She turned onto her side, closing her eyes to drift back to sleep.
"Ray…"
"Fuck off. I need to sleep."
The two men walked out of the infirmary after that note. They looked at each other, then noticed another woman approaching them.
"I take it things did not go so well?" She asked.
Ozpin sighed. "No…not at all. We did, however, learn some information. Somethings that need to be looked up on."
The woman nodded.
"I have three things. One, someone named Isolde. Probably a queen of some sort. Two, someone named The Ruined King. Finally, a sword that is able to cut through aura."
The woman's eyes slightly widened at the last one. While swords like that were known to exist, they were very rare. Almost myths in their own right. "Wouldn't you know more about these people? If it's a king, considering your history, it would make more sense for you to know. "
Ozpin took a drink from his mug and shook his head. "In all my years on this planet…I have never heard of anyone like this. And I do not trust myself to look."
The woman sighed. "I will do it."
"Thank you, Glynda. And please, try to keep Ms. Xiao Long from the infirmary." With that, the woman named Glynda walked off.
"Qrow, I need you to scout for this mist. Only to observe. If what Raven said about this man Is true, then we should not engage." Ozpin paused. "However, if you do end up confronting him, and it is not by choice...try to get him to come here. If we can get him to our side before she gets him...then we might have a chance."
Qrow nodded. "Alright, I can do that." He took a drink from his flask, tucked it away, and turned into a bird, flying away from the academy. Ozpin's eyes narrowed. He didn't like being kept in the dark about things. Then again, it was hypocritical of him to say that. He sighed once more; he was doing a lot of that today.
/ = /
Viego walked with the mist. It surrounded him and listened to him. A few miles Behind him, the essence of the bandit tribe he had destroyed laid. He had not found what he was looking for.
Besides, he needed information about this 'Spring Maiden' he had heard about.
The woman he had fought was a strong warrior. That, he could admit. She was nowhere near his skill, however. What intrigued him the most is the multiple souls he felt residing in her being.
As he walked, the strange bone armored creatures approached him. He had seen them while walking through the forest. He summoned his blade once again to fight the creatures. This time, however, they didn't attack him like they had done before.
In fact, they seemed to have warmed up to him, as a few wolves like creatures were now walking at his side.
"Interesting…" Viego mumbled out. In some cases, they were like the mist, as he sensed darkness residing from within them. However, unlike the mist, these creatures did not have souls. Viego let his sword disappear, and continued to walk.
His thoughts took over, as he remembered little on how he got here. It was a moment of rage, as he was destroying more and more of the now named Shadow Isles. He remembered how this rage came to be, as he had failed to find his queen time and time again.
He thought he found her when he found the monk of the waters. When he killed the monk, he found out that the womanly spirit that resided with-in was not Isolde. He did start to destroy meaningless pillars. Until one of them burst with light.
Then, as far as Viego knew, he ended up here. Fortunately, a very large amount of the mist followed him.
He continued to walk further and further. He could see a small village up ahead, surrounded by a wall. He expanded his senses, trying to find any essence of his queen. None were present.
"Hmm...A village. How could I go through with this…"
One one hand, he could effortlessly destroy this village. On the other hand, he needed a map. There was bound to be a shop residing within the area. Viego commanded the mist to stay behind. He knew that he could not show his face while walking through the town, so he summoned the rest of his armor, and left the mist behind for the current moment.
As he walked into town, he saw the faces of surprise on the people who lived within the walls. After a few more minutes of walking, a man came up to him. He was in light armor, and had a weapon on his back. Viego was confused by it. It looked to be a mix of a crossbow and a sword.
"Glad to see another huntsman in the area. I thought that the mist was going to be a problem. You never know what the Grimm could do these days."
"Grimm...I guess that is the name of those creatures."
The man then noticed something. "Hey...your armor...It looks...like the mist." The man moved his hand towards his weapon. "You...don't happen to be...going to use it in a bad way...right?"
Viego, screamed internally. It had been a while since he had interaction with anyone without purpose and did not expect this to happen. However, he remembered something that the first two bandits had said.
"I can assure you, I am not here to hurt anyone. It so happens to be my semblance." He said. While he had no idea what a semblance was, he figured it was what the so-called "Spring Maiden" had used against him.
As he hoped, the man quickly calmed down. "Ah...okay then. I almost thought you were a rogue huntsman." He said.
Viego internally sighed.
"Well, the name's Darren. I've been the only huntsman around this area for a while. What about you?"
Viego grimaced under his mask. "My name is...Viego."
"Viego...interesting name. What have you been doin' all this time? Just asking by the way. Not like I was gonna interrogate you." The man chuckled
"I've been traveling on my own. Looking for something important to me. I lost my map two weeks ago." Viego explained. It wasn't the best thing, but it was the only thing he could think of.
"Makes sense. You lookin' for a shop?"
"Yes."
"A few blocks down. It's actually a tavern. Whether you're still going to travel or not, I recommend staying there. At least for tonight. It's called "The Oiled Pig". Weird name, I know. You won't miss it." He said, then walked off.
Viego hummed to himself. While he didn't need sleep, he supposed it could not hurt.
The mention of his name was one thing. Giving his real name was not something he really enjoyed. However, It didn't bother him, as he was Viego no more.
"Viego died when she died…and The Ruined King was born." He muttered to himself. He started walking to the tavern. After a few minutes, he had reached it. He hesitantly opened the door and walked inside.
Almost immediately, he knew he was being stared at. It made sense either way. He was a stranger. Nobody in this "new" world knew he existed. He walked to the bar and sat in one of the seats. He crossed his arms and laid them on the table.
He had been doing a good job "acting" as a human, but it seems that old habits die hard, as he felt himself feel pressured by the current situation.
The last time he felt pressured was when he was losing her.
"Can I help you?"
Viego was snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. He saw a middle-aged man with animal ears.
"Animal ears? Hmm...I heard the bandits call me a Faunas...maybe that's what they are?"
"Hey. Is something wrong?"
Viego coughed. "Sorry, I was thinking of other stuff."
The man eyed him with intensity, but shrugged. "What do you need?"
"A map...and a place to stay for the night."
"That all?"
"Yes."
The man nodded and pulled a map from behind the bar. He then took a key from a rack that was behind him. "That'll be 30 lien for the night."
Viego paused. He had gold on him, but none of this "Lien". He guessed it would have to do.
"I...seem to have lost my Lien...however…" Viego took out three pieces of gold. "Will these suffice?"
The bartender looked at him wide eyed. He then looked at the gold, and then back up.
"Is...Is that gold?"
The mention of gold attracted the look of everyone else in the tavern. All of them staring at the bartender and Viego.
"It is." Viego said, no worry in his voice.
The bartender laughed. "Boy...if Atlas knew about this...Alright, I can take it. The rooms are upstairs." He took the gold coins and put them in his pocket, giving Viego the map and key to the room.
Viego took the key and nodded. He then got up from his seat and headed up the stairs.
"One more thing." The bartender called out. "If you're traveling, be careful of bandits. Mistral has a few tribes. The Branwen Tribe being the most powerful and prominent of them all."
Viego nodded, and continued up the stairs. As he entered his room, he thought of the tribe he had destroyed, and wondered which one it was. He shook his head, and opened the map, laying it out on the bed. He called off his armor, and looked at the locations.
"Hm...Kingdoms?"
There were four major kingdoms that resided on this world. Atlas, Vacuo, Vale, and Mistral. As well as a place called Menagerie. The bartender had said that he was in the kingdom of Mistral.
"So I am on the continent of Amina…"
He would have to go by sea if he wanted to go anywhere else. If he was correct, he was on the outskirts. Which was luckily nearby water.
He also realized that the capital cities were the same names as the kingdoms
"That might become confusing…"
Viego sighed and rolled the map back up. He placed it on the bedside table, and looked outside. It was almost dark, and he didn't remember the last time he had slept. He laid down on the bed, and practically sunk into the mattress.
He closed his eyes. After years of searching, this was his one time for a break.
/ = /
A crow soared over the outskirts of Amina. It was searching for one thing and one thing only. A cloud of black and bluish-green mist. It flew for a while, not seeing anything. Then, it saw what it was looking for. It flew down, and into a tree.
As the crow landed, the mist had just moved into the area he was in. I moved forward with a sense of direction, and intent. A few minutes later, the crow saw a man. He calmly walked through, as the mist surrounded him. Almost like a barrier.
What surprised the crow was that beowolfs were walking with the man. They were not attacking him at all.
"I'll have to tell Oz about this." The crow thought to itself.
Suddenly, the man stopped. He looked around the area, eyeing everything with suspicion.
"I know you are there. Come out and face me." He said. "There is no point in hiding. I can feel your soul."
"And another thing to tell Oz...great"
The man looked around, and his eyes landed on the crow.
"Who are you?" He said
The crow started to clean his feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.
"Do not play dumb with me. I can sense a strong Human soul coming from you."
The crow mentally sighed. It jumped from the tree and landed on the ground. Turning into its human form as it did.
'"I shall ask you again. Who are you?" The man asked.
"Name's Qrow Branwen."
The man eyed him for a second before looking at the Grimm. They were growling.
"They seem not to like you very much."
Qrow grunted "They don't like ANYONE. So it's weird that they decided to not attack you. Let alone WALK with you."
The man smirked. "Maybe they know how powerful I am."
Qrow glared at the man standing in front of him.
"Tell me, do you have any relationship to the Branwen tribe?" The man asked.
"Maybe...what does it mean to you?"
The man's smirk practically grew. "I believe I destroyed the tribe, as well as killed their leader. She was strong, however, not as strong as I."
"Hate to tell you this bud, but she lived. She came to me and my employer. She is currently sitting in a hospital bed." Qrow said. A small smirk growing on his own face.
The other man's smirk died down. "I see...how unfortunate. Well then, let me ask you this. How do you know her? I assume you were once part of it due to your name? I descendent, perhaps."
"Can't answer that I'm afraid."
"Hm…"
The two men stared at each other. One practically waiting for the other to move. The man was about to say something, but Qrow interrupted him.
"I've answered a lot of your questions, how about you answer some of mine?"
The man hummed. "I do not see why not. Very well, ask away."
"Are you The Ruined King?"
"I am...how do you know that?"
"I wasn't done asking my questions."
The Ruined King scowled. Qrow just smirked.
"Alright...second question. You took something of importance to us. It's called a Maiden. How did you take it?"
"I am afraid I can't answer that?" The man said in a mocking tone.
"Why?"
"I choose not to."
It was Qrow's turn to scowl. "Fine then. Third question. Where are you from?"
The man looked like he was fishing for an answer. "I come from Camavor."
Qrow's face twisted with confusion. "Where is Camavor?"
"That, I cannot tell you either."
"Why? Choose not to?"
"No, more of its lack of location on the map."
Qrow grunted. "Alright, Final question. What are you planning on doing?"
"I am looking for someone. Her name is-"
"Isolde, yeah. I know."
The king's fists tightened. "How do you know of her?"
"The same woman that you thought you killed? When she came to us, she mentioned her. I only assumed that this Isolde is who you're looking for." Qrow said, moving his hand towards Harbinger.
"What...do you want." the king asked.
Qrow sighed. "Look...my employer wants to speak with you. He's pretty smart, and if you comply…" Qrow risked it all on this last thing. "He may be able to help you find Isolde."
The king's eyes widened. He looked down. His fists tightened even more. The black mist around became rapid, and crazy. Qrow looked around. The beowolfs at the King's side looked frightened.
In a second. The King summoned the great sword Qrow had heard about. He sliced the first Beowolf in half, then performed an overhead swing, killing the second one. At the same time, other creatures came from the mist, thrashing and killing any other small Grimm in the area.
Qrow was almost frightened at the scene. Grimm, being scared of another man. He watched as the king ripped an Ursa in half, sliced up four boarbatusks, and even a random manticore.
After a few minutes of the king's rage, he calmed down, letting his sword fade away. The King turned to face Qrow with a still angry face.
"Take me to your employer." He growled.
Qrow held a hand. "Alright alright...chill...what are you going to do with the mist?"
The King lost his face of anger and looked back at the cloud of mist surrounding the area.
"Hm…"
OKAY! So...Viego came out. I fucking love him. Great character, great mechanics, even better lore...and that SWORD! GOD DAMN!
Don't worry, I won't have him do that cliche thing where Ozpin wants him to join as a student. That would be fucking stupid. Viego is like...more than 1000 years old or something (probably more). If anything, he is going to be like a black-ops agent...or something.
Concerning Viego's power, I tried to make it similar to how he is represented in the game. I think it came out pretty well. As for how strong he is. Look, he is a 1000 (probably more) year old KING who literally has the power to rip souls from bodies. Not to mention he has defeated a literal GOD in the LoL universe. This man is strong.
As for how he has gold on him, well...he's a king...Also, when looting the places he has taken over, it never said that he DIDN'T take any of the gold with him. As for how much he has? I would say he roughly has 72 pieces left.
Chapter two will probably(pfffff) come out later today.
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(NOTE: On 9/24/21 (or 24/9/21 for other people), The Ruined King of Remnant is slowly recieveing updates to make it better. Small details here and there. Not to mention, I just found out Viego's cannon height is 6'3/190.5 CM. Soooooo yeah. Gotta rewrite somethings involving small details here and such. Like...It's weird how A LOT of the characters are close to 6 feet in general.
-TheKazooBirb
