Hametsu No Ganbou | Daiisshou

He reached into the largest shard and pulled out a black flower — petals made of ash, roots made of regret. It bloomed in his palm, and with it bloomed the first note of a song that had no end.

If ruin was the answer, then he would become the question.

“Is this what you wanted?” the mirror whispered.

He reached into the largest shard and pulled out a black flower — petals made of ash, roots made of regret. It bloomed in his palm, and with it bloomed the first note of a song that had no end.

If ruin was the answer, then he would become the question.

“Is this what you wanted?” the mirror whispered.

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