Gadriel

A silent world completely invaded by darkness. A sudden glow appearing in the middle of nowhere. Below it, a man dressed in a black suit looks into a mirror. The reflected image is different. He is dressed in black armor made from the scales of an infernal dragon. On his back, ten strange red crystals with a length of ten centimeters rotate incessantly. His hands, moving at the same time as those of his costumed counterpart, are covered in blood. Corpses by the thousands appear just behind him. The two reflections look at each other silently before saying simultaneously, in surreal synchronization:

“I have waited for this moment for thousands of cycles. And now the time has come. I’m ready to take back everything that’s mine. Get ready! Our vengeance will know no bounds.”

“All these things I did. All these corpses behind me. Remorse…it no longer affects me. Get ready! Our vengeance will know no bounds.”

The mirror disappears, the two parties observe each other, then everything disappears. It’s the beginning of the end.

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