Interesting, indeed. For this would be the beginning of this new era he had been dreaming about for quite some time. Change, were definately in order and the revival of something spectacular were long overdue. With all of that said, the questions had exposed themselves. What were this - Change - that were in order, and what were so spectacular, it needed to be within existence once again? Unfortunate, at the moment, there weren't an answer, to those whom would have asked, but if one could witness the very actions that were soon to take place, it is certain that they would instantaneously understand. So, the man had appeared, once again. Though, he were no longer amongst the lands of the Red moon. In fact, the look of this place, carried the very image he had within his mind. 'Pon arrival, a spine-tingling howl resounded within the cold air, this place mustered, almost welcoming the likes of Akamatsu.
His feet tapped upon the dry, tattered soil below him, watching as the terra would crack from him doing so. Cerulean optics shifted about, looking from one place to another within this city of death and destruction. That is when the stone upon his neck came to life, once again. Except this time, it emitted even greater energies. Energies, that disrupted the spirits in such a way. They shrieked within pain, causing electric clamour to build within the skies above. A normal reaction that spirits of the dead would act to holy energies, one could think. Now, with these actions occuring, this confirmed his thought. This were the place within his mind. The place, that haunted him within his sleep. Death City, Glabados Murond.
It were only a matter of time, before the revival of this ominous place. He were sure of it. His comrades were sure of it, since one of them had arrived not too far off from his own appearence. " Right on time, Dragon. " He said out loud, crossing his arms over his chest, as he patiently awaited the man to join him.
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