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An undead horde begins it's endless waltz, ascending the slope.... A silver shimmer glides from it's hidden cove.... The razor edge gleams under Fiora's Illuminance casting a reflected beam directly into the black marbles.... No shine.... The light is consumed within....

"Hmph"

The thin metalic strip flies through the night air, dancing down the hill and through the tattered burial grounds.... No sound.... No movement.... The photo resurfaces, serving as a back drop for the ballet of an icy blaze.... The curtain descends allowing the blade to rest.... Dry paint cracks and floats away with the renewed wind.... The musical tune of bones giving under themselves graze his delicate ears.... Countless bodies slump to the rotten earth.... A small pitch black ball rolls by his sandal momentarily before decaying away....

"I will find nothing here...."

His first step towards vacancy is interrupted.... Pain novas from him.... Falling to his knees, one hand plants itself in the gravel while the other gropes his forehead, trained by familiarity.... The position subconscious, preventing further injury....

"Are you so sure?"

"Uhh.... What?"

Another pulse, coursing through his very soul....

"Think harder!"

"Ahh...."

With one final blast his body is thrown to the stony dirt devoid of all consciousness....

"Ugh.... Why do I try?"

"It's amazing how weak they can be isn't it?"

"We can't stop now...."

"We can't stop ever...."

To Be Continued....