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There was a prophecy.

"The day when death smiled kindly and sadness turned to joy, the sky will cry blood and one of the five enemyless will see the death of their antecedent life. Oh, what an auspicious day"

The general of the black magic division of Dark Legion made this prophecy in his last breath towards eternal death as he gave his own black life to Arthur Pendragon's sword with eyes full of hatred and dark hope.

TUNNNNNNNNNNNNNDER

A girl in blue and purple, sword in hand, was staring at the sky, a red rain was falling on her beautiful but determined face.

KAAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOM

The explosion that shook the foundations of the academy, brought a tremor of fear that she hadn't felt in a long time to her heart.

The girl frowned and squeezed her sword tighter in her hand.

There was a scary murmuring feeling in the back of her head that forced her heart to beat so hard that it could escape from her chest with just a little more power.

She looked in that direction with eyes th
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