Rumble*Pitter* Patter*Tip* Tip*In the blood-stained throne room, a young man sat slumped against a wall, his body battered and broken, blood dripping from his body, hitting the ground, unknown whether or not it was his own. His body, adorned with gruesome wounds. Holes, deep and jagged, marred his flesh, revealing glimpses of bone beneath. Slowly, his injuries started mending. One arm, once mechanical and now completely mangled, hung limply at his side, his legs crushed, broken bones and mechanical part visible, giving a horrifying image.Rumble*But he sat there, devoid of any pain. His gaze, sorrowful, fixated on a frozen coffin at a distance, encased in what appeared to be a girl, suspended in time; her features etched with a haunting serenity. The young man's heart weighed heavy with regret, for he had been unable to save her from this icy fate. The hall, now a macabre tableau of death, was strewn with lifeless bodies decorated with holes that looked like a mountain of weapon
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