#am average day in the kingdom hearts group chat

[cassidyleora]

[haiqyu]

"I've finally found you. "

Kuroo Tetsurou X reader

Soulmate and Reincarnation au! : one gets flashbacks of their past lives when they reach the age of 10

Warning: ancient Chinese history kind of?? angst??? Fluff??? I have no clue

Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes! It kinda sucks so-

Edit: Please don't read this- I did this at 1am- im not proud 😭😭

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At the age of 9, I've remembered my classmates being so excited to see what kinds of flashbacks they might get. I was no exception. I really wanted to know how my soulmate looks like. Always dreaming about being married to a perfect man and having a perfect life, I was so happy to be reaching the age of 10 soon. Multiple thoughts ran through my small 9 year old brain.

Is his hot? Is he smart? Is he cute? Does he looks cute? Will he love me back? What if something goes wrong?

I sighed as I laid my head on the classroom table. I closed my eyes and continued to day dream about the perfect man that is going to be in my life soon.

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Please stop.

Stop.

Please.

I beg of you.

STOP

I woke up from my nightmare. Drenched in sweat, I sat up on my bed and tried to calm my racing heart. I have just reached 10 years old a few hours ago. I've heard from my parents and friends that flashbacks from the past can come in the form of dreams. That was not the sweat dreams that I've expected.

My whole body dirty from being dragged from the ground. My long white gown being drenched with blood, sweat, tears and mud. My legs and hands being bloody from the chains. My torso bloody from being whipped with a thin long stick. My tears ran down my face continuously. I tried to break through the metal chains as I cried for help and forgiveness.

"I didn't do anything wrong! I was framed! Please let me out! I didn't cheat on the emperor! Please... Stop!" I cried out.

My vision blurred from the tears. The metal chains digging into my ankles and wrists. My body being constantly whipped by the stick. Exhaustion ran through my veins. Please stop. I'm tired. It hurts. I beg of you. Stop!

I shut my eyes to stop remembering the flashback but it just continues to run through my eyes. I thought these dreams and flashbacks are suppose to be sweet andthey should give me a hint of who my soul mate will be. Why do I get such horrible and torturous dreams? Why me?

I remembered the pain on my wrists and ankles vividly. It hurts. I didn't care if I was sweaty or not. I curled up on my bed, my forehead resting on knees as I cried myself to sleep. Why me?

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I don't want to have a soulmate. I hate it. I hate the feeling. Every day, I had flashbacks and dreams of being tortured. I have enough. My whole body hurts being being tortured even though it's just a flashback.

I was 14 years old. I've always envied my classmates and friends for having such wholesome and cute flashbacks. I've always heard them gushing about their soulmates and their past lives. As they were talking about it, their eyes lit up with happiness and excitement. Some of my schoolmates were lucky as they figured out how their soul mates looked like by the flashbacks. Lucky.

Everytime someone talked about their soulmate, my anger rose. I hated my soulmate. I had enough. Why can't I have nice flashbacks. Why must my flashbacks be about torture and crying? My fist clenched with anger and frustration. I hate this. I was jealous.

I had frequent panic attacks in public due to the stupid flashbacks. I'm embarrassed. Sometimes I feel that my friends and classmates pity me for being like... like that. I don't often speak about my soulmate as Ive literally never seen him in my flashbacks. I hate it. I don't want to have a soulmate anymore.

How do I stop having flashbacks about my soulmate? Do I have to,,, end myself?

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I broke out into a cold sweat from a dream again. My heart beat furiously. This is the first time in my 16 years being alive that Ive gotten a sweet and wholesome dream. I'm still in a state of shock. I was expecting to be tortured again in my dreams, as always. However, I dreamt about being in a garden with my soulmate.

Giggling, I smacked his arm playfully. "you're so mean, my king!" I laughed at him.

We were in a flower garden. The place have been decorated with colourful flowered and plants of many species. Butterflies fluttering around the plants and fishes are swimming in the huge pond. Next to the pond was a huge hut. These wooden chairs and tables are crafted out neatly with patterned of flowers and dragons. Having servants around the perimeter to guard us from potential danger, we were sitting together on the huge chair made of the king.

"..., you're so full of shit. Stop teasing me! If you continue teasing me, I'm actually gonna start crying." I smacked his arm once more as he continued to shame me for my height. "Im have an average height, okay. I'm not short! You're just abnormally long!"

"How dare you just insulted the King? I'll put you to the dungeon if you continue to insult me like that," he huffed. "I'm the nicest person in the kingdom."

I rolled my eyes at his comment. "yea but you love me too much to put me into the dungeon. I didn't insult you by the way, I was just speaking the FACTS!" I scoffed.

I took the chance to look at his face, but his face was blurred out. All I notice was his black messy hair that made him look like he just woke up. I reached up to touch his bed hair. I gasped on the inside. "Your hair is so soft. I love it." I smiled and ran my hand through his surprisingly soft hair.

I felt his hands sneak around my waist and he took this chance to pull me even closer to him, if it was possible. "you pull them everytime I ate you out-" He proudly said.

I blushed furiously and tried to cover his mouth to shut him up. "stop!!? Stop!! This is embarrassing! Shhh!!"

He chuckled and I felt my hands being licked. "AHH! STOP! Did you just lick me?? Ew!!!" I wiped my hand on his clothes.

Wait, I didn't notice our clothing. He was wearing some Chinese looking ancient outfit. Ah yes, a 龙袍 (lóng páo: a dragon gown) which had yellow dragon and auspicious patterns embroideries on it. The silk materi made it easier for us to wear in the summer and winter. It kept us cool in the summer and warm the the winter. That so cool. I looked down at myself. I wore loose clothes with long large sleeves. Under the long skirt was a pair of high-heeled clogs with some embroidery on them. There was a scarf wrapped around my arm, which symbolized that I was a noble woman. I ran my hand my my clothed knees. So smooth. For no apparent reason, I felt a sense of nostalgia and my eyes started to water. I felt,,, loved.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt my hands being grabbed by his rough large hands. I looked up at him with such a loving look on my face. "I love you," I blurted out. I blushed and wondered why did I suddenly say that.

He slowly let go of my hand and gently used that free hand to push my head down on his shoulder. I snuggled closer to him and smelled a faint scent of his cologne. "I love you too, my love." he gave a gentle kiss to my forehead. I really love you, soulmate.

I really enjoyed the dream. I felt like I was 10 again. The daydreams of being loved and touched by my soulmate really made my heart burst with love and happiness. So this is how my friends felt when they have flashbacks. I smiled to myself. I think I don't hate you anymore, soulmate.

I laid back down on my bed. I couldn't sleep. And then I realised that I missed his touch. Just like the chain, I felt his touch on my skin vividly. I craved his love. I want to find him quick. I want to be with him forever. I love him.

I felt my blood rushing towards my face. I covered my face with my hands and rolled around my bed. I was a love sick fool.

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I was transferred to Nekoma high school in my second year. I was devastated to move away from my friends in karasuno. I missed the volleyball club. I was their manager for a year and I really enjoyed my time there. They were my true friends. They comforted me when I was having very bad flashbacks and panic attacks. I am going to miss them.

I'm 17 years old and I have a one sided love hate relationship with my soulmate. I continued to have such bad flashbacks most of the time but sometimes I have such wonderful and heart warming flashbacks. I hate him. But I love him too much.

I was looking down at my phone, scrolling through the memes that the volleyball gAnG sent to me on the group chat. I laughed silently and walked past the school gate. I wasn't aware of my surroundings and I bumped into someone tall and hard.

Oh God did I just hit a pole or something?? Why is it so hard??? I looked up and a wave of flashback just went over me.

"you cheated on me. I trusted you. You cheated on me with my trusted buddy!" he screamed at me. His face red from the anger.

My eyes widened from the claim. "excuse me? I didn't! Bokuto was eating so messily and I just wiped my handkerchief onto his mouth to wipe away the rice!" my hands clenched into a fist.

"what the fuck? Then explain why he hugged you on the bridge a few days ago? I had people watching over you two. I should've listened to the concubine. I shouldve trusted what the concubines said. I shouldn't have trusted you, slut." he slapped me across the cheek.

He was strong. I fell of my feet and fell onto the ground, hot tears spilling from my eyes. "I've never cheated on you with him. He caught me from falling into the the pond. Why don't you trust me? I would never cheat on you..." I cried.

"my servant saw you in the room with him two days ago. I knew you two were fucking behind my back. You shouldn't be the queen. You should be executed." he glared at me. He turned his back on me and walked towards the throne. "Officials, strip her off her title. Send her to the dungeon and punish her by whipping. Death by hanging."

"no! Stop! Stop! Im not cheating on you! I love you so much! Stop it! How dare you do this to your soulmate?" I screamed in fear. I would never cheat on him. Please believe me. Please...

The guards come running in, forcefully grabbing my arms and dragging me away. O struggled and tried to twist my arms to escape from them. There was no use. I looked at my soul mate in fear. "help me, Kuroo."

He looked away from me. His expression with hurt written all over his face. He still love me, right?

I was beaten. Whipped. Tortured. My whole body hurts. My eyes felt tired from crying for hours. My lungs sore from the screaming and crying. My body bloodied. I felt light headed. Just kill me already. I want to die. Die. Die. I really want to die. This flashback was worse than any other flash back I had.

Kuroo... Help me... I didn't cheat on you... I love you... Please.... Let me go... I love you... I want to be with you forever... Please stop...

After sunrise, the guards came in. They slapped me awake. "say your last words before you die, bitch." he spat on me.

I couldn't even flinch at his words anymore. I feel so numb. I just want to sleep. I want to go home. I want warmth. I want his warmth. I want Kuroo.

"I,,, didn't cheat on you, kuroo. I was planning our anniversary with Bokuto as a surprise for you. I wanted to have a party...just us... Having fun... I'm really tired. I will miss you, Kuroo. I really love you. But I don't want to be your soulmate anymore. I'm tired. You don't trust me. But I still... Love... You..."

My eyes slowly closed and my muscles all relaxed. Ah I've passed away. How embarrassing. Declaring my love for someone who doesn't even trust me. How pathetic. I hate my soulmate. I hate... Kuroo.

My head hurts. My whole body hurts. My world just spinning around. Tears poured down my eyes. I started hyperventilating. I bumped into someone and started to get a panic attack? My reputation is screwed. I caught a black headed messy hair stranger in front of me. Haha now I'm visioning of my soulmate. What a joke.

"(Y/N)... You're my soulmate...?" when those words come out from his mouth. My eyes snapped open. He is...

The person standing in front of me is the person I hate and I love the most. Kuroo... All those flashbacks come crashing down on me. I'm scared. "stop! Don't come near me! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry! Don't slap me! " I cried out loud, in front of everyone.

He immediately wrapped his arms around me tightly. "stop! (y/n) I won't hurt you! I love you! Please calm down!"

"don't touch me!!" I screamed my lungs out. "you're going to hurt me!"

"no, I won't! (y/n) please trust me!"

"no, stop! I'm scared. You're going to hurt me like the past. I'm scared I'm scared I'm scared."

I pushed him off and stumbled backwards.

"I hate you."

[grundalucious075-blog]

Fragments and Sparks: My Writing Origin Story

We're gonna break tradition a little and skip some parts at the beginning.

We're gonna skip my mom meeting my dad and eventually marrying him.

We're gonna skip the miscarriage she had with his child.

We're gonna skip the day I was born, and my formative years as a smaller-than-average child who loved to tell stories, even winning first place in a local children's writing competition with my illustrated "book", Zorn the Unicorn and Meal the Seal.

Instead, we're gonna skip to late 2007, being the weird kid who always started a week later than everyone else. When small arguments between my parents started to rapidly become explosive and toxic. When my bad luck of being an easy target for bullies started to come to a climax. When I turned to physical fights and scraps to make them stop with no real success, only injuries that were no longer hidden.

When I needed escapism the most.

I was already drawing: I was drawing Kingdom Hearts fanart (RokuNami and SoRiku were my main OTPs, at the time). I soon found myself with an urge I haven't felt in nearly seven years:

I wanted to tell a story.

I wanted to tell a love story.

But I was afraid to write fanfiction. I was worried that it wouldn't be good, that the characters would be too OOC (out of character), and that everyone would hate it. Not to mention the major hurdle of the toxic lesson of "don't try something new if you think you're gonna suck at it. It's best to always try if you know you're gonna succeed in every way possible" didn't make things easy. But I still wanted to write. So what was a smol bean like myself to do?

I created my own characters: Adam and Turk.

I created my own setting: a small, fictional city in Japan.

I created my own plotlines, my own antagonist and motives, my own story flow.

Soon, a year has passed, and Adam and Turk were all I wrote about.

They were my children. My lovely, simple, gay children. By the time I was a freshman in high school, I had a small binder filled with the stories about the two I printed, a folder with the countless illustrations I made, and a whole gallery on deviantART dedicated to the two. The stories and art never really got much attention, despite the amount of groups I submitted to...in fact, not a lot of mine got noticed except for a Pokemon SoulSilver Nuzlocke story I ran in 2010-2011 (completely in text, known as a Writtenlocke).

I was a little upset, I'm not going to lie. It felt like nobody wanted amything to do with my stories, and I usually got very little to no feedback. But, I had two things that kept me going:

I met my best friend shortly after the second semester started. I was drawing a cute picture of Adam and Turk (the latter kissing the former on the cheek, whishing him a good dau at work). A cute blonde girl noticed it and, with a gasp that rivaled Pinkie Pie, said "Oh my god, you like Yaoi? I LIKE YAOI TOO! You're my best friend now!"

And just like that, I had a best friend who also liked to write. I would try to illustrate her work, and she would help me with my writing. We encouraged each other. Even to this day, long after the horrible days of high school, long after she helped me discover I was bisexual, and long after our friendship blossommed into romance that was killed by a poor descion on my part, I value that time, and I truly miss them.

The second was that I discovered how happy I was. Even with my mother's attitude becoming increasingly toxic and abusive (especially after I told her I was bisexual), I found my happiest moments spent late at night, writing, drawing, playing music, listening to YouTube videos, and chatting with friends on deviantART. I loved the feeling. It lead to an epiphany about what I wanted to do with my life: to create.

It was vague, and admittedly, not well thought out. I was never very good at picking a "sensible" career path.

My mother seemed to agree. She had different ideas in mind that I don't wanna delve into too much, so I'll just say that my current full-time employment at a bagel deli is not only less-than-ideal, but also her getting the last laugh.

We're gonna skip some more bits to save some time and feels; mainly the parts about us getting evicted from our home, my mother's abuse and manipulation coming to an intense climax, and being forced into a college and life plan I had no real say in. Not for the first nor last time, I was shattered. I lost the will to create. Adam and Turk were nothing but fleeting, rose-colored high school memories. I felt empty.

I wanted to die.

One night, I was up very late. I had classes the next morning, but I didn't care. I was idling around on an ancient laptop that my mom got for me (after literal MONTHS of begging) when an idea struck me. I wanted to write something magical. Something with adventure and fighting! Something that still had romance.

In March 2013, I started writing a series of stories that finally convinced me that I wanted to become a writer.

That series, is my beloved KoB.

I've faced a lot of hurdles that I'll discuss another time. My passion has waxed and waned as often as the moon, but writing, in some form, is still a large part of my life...and something that will always make me happy.

So now...here I am. In the dwindling hours before 2018 ends, and 2019 begins. Just looking back at it all makes me feel a certain kind of way--even with all the stuff I left out. The fact that, even though it's all been for one project, I've stuck to this stupid, silly fantasy set in the mid 2010s for over five years, is more than proof to me that this is where I belong.

This is a part of who I am.

And soon...2019 will be a part of that as well.

Happy New Year, everyone! We're all great! We all deserve love and recognition! Let's all work to make this year one of the best of our lives!

Aaaaand even if this year doesn't turn out so great, than it'll still be an important chapter in my life...and in everyone else's.

GRUNDY OUT!

[satansluvchild]

5.5 - destination arrival

Ferith had fallen asleep shortly after Artemisia began her flight to the country of Garewth. Riding on a dragon was already tricky, but riding a dragon with someone who cried and squeezed until you almost popped felt like an undeserving sentence of hell to Orpheus. Haven't I suffered enough ?! She screamed in her head. Motion sickness joined her pounding headache. She never could go on a ride without throwing up.

On the other hand, Artemisia was in a more uncomfortable situation than the two people riding her. Having someone fly on her would be no problem if she was used to it like some dragons, but being a young inexperienced drakon, she did not understand she was going too fast, causing Orpheus to dig into her scales. Orpheus had sharps nails that felt like a sand fly was stinging her continuously. Gritting her fangs, she wriggled, trying to make Orpheus loosen her grip, but this only made Orpheus sicker and grip even harder. Orpheus leaned over again, throwing up for the third time during their flight.

Things weren't going well for either of them. But, unfortunately, Ferith seemed to be the only one not affected by anything.

A few hours they finally reached the rocky coast of Allar, a small interspecies town consisting mainly of humans and drakon. Ferith, who had stopped crying two hours prior, swiveled two and fro, her excitement distracting her from remembering her predicament. Her swollen eyes and shabby dress caused people to look at the three girls as they passed by. The flight had been long and exhausting for both elder girls. Orpheus had to hold on to a curious child who couldn't sit still, and Artemisia was stabbed by Orpheus 'talons' for the majority of the ride. Both were in terrible moods and hurried to get to the destination. They stopped only for Artemisia and Ferith to freshen up and to buy more supplies. Artemisia had stated the trek previously from Allar to the capital of the Drakon kingdom was twelve hours on foot. Initially, they were to take flight which would shorten the trip massively, but helping ferith look for her kin had exhausted Artemisia.

A day had passed since Orpheus and Artemisia left Anadin when a group wearing black robes entered the cave of Morose with their leader. They had finally come for their seed, set to awaken momentarily. The leader walked into the Den that held the spawn, the followers staying outside the cave, each had their hands in symbol and held their breath. The excitement could be felt surrounded them. Finally, the time had come. The guide walked into the cave, pausing when they noticed the changes to the interior. There was a wooden stool, and bones littered the floor of the beginning of the cave; the smell of dried blood and hunger littered the air. They marched farther into the cave, shocked and angry when they saw it wasn't asleep on the peddle stool. The plan had been interfered by something, yelling they took a knife and let it bite the palm of their hand. The dripping blood began to form a black mist that would show where the creation went.

Following its movements, the leader could feel the confusion and anger coming from it. The Spawn had left the cave and seemed to go back and forth for a short time before going deeper into the forest. The teacher seethed; the creation had been surrounded by multiple spirits but only followed one. Leaving the cavern, they told the followers what they found. The members wailed and shouted curses, spitting on the floor on the person who had interfered with their future. " Death onto them" " let them suffer and walk aimlessly." " Pour the blood of the spirit into wickedness." shouted the pupils out loud. The leader pointed to where the creation converged with others. " Follow the paths, faithful disciples, find the seed, and finish the past! " They shouted. The followers split up and began searching for signs.

Orpheus looked around; she had the feeling something was looking for her at that moment. Great, I brought my superstitions to the other world. Ferith, who talked about her father, got upset after noticing Orpheus wasn't paying attention tugged on the hem of her shirt. Shaking the ominous feeling, Orpheus looked at Ferith and apologized. The little girl continued to chat about how wonderful her family was as Orpheus tuned her out. No matter how silly it was, she couldn't shake the feeling of something creeping on her. The twelve hours passed quickly, with Ferith talking about her underwater kingdom as they all burned under the unforgiving sun. Finally, they had reached their destination. Ferith, who was not used to the condition, was being held by Artemisia. Walking after them was Orpheus. They all stopped in front of a gate guarded by two men. The heat had become unbearable when they finally entered the desert. Using the majority of their water to pour on ferith, the two older girls had suffered silently. With the sun setting, the heat became bearable but still uncomfortable. Orpheus could feel her hunger build which each step, making it into the kingdom and finding prey, was her biggest goal.

The round guard squinted his eyes, spotting the three girls walking towards the wall at a sluggish pace. Looking at each of them, he saw the lines of exhaustion and hunger on their face. The tallest girl spoke first. " I am Artemisia of the Sytune tribe, The Ice winged Serpentis. " While they recognized Artemisia as a Drakoni, the other two were not. " No humans allowed without the authority of the Lord, " The other guard rudely cut Artemisia off. He never looked down at them, keeping his proud stature. This angered Artemisia; it was a clear sign of disrespect not to look at another Drakoni's eyes. This meant he felt no intimidation and didn't consider her a worthy opponent. Huffing, she began to walk towards him until Ferith touched her chin. Looking down at the little girl, she could see the fear and confusion in her eyes. Artemisia stared the soldier down but decided not to start a fight in front of Ferith and Orpheus. Turning around, she walked towards Orpheus. " I knew this would happen; they won't let us in without recognition. " While Artemisia knew deep down this would occur, a part of her hoped no problems would transpire at the border of the kingdom but inside. Orpheus, who had watched the whole thing, had already begun planning other ways to get inside. " Can we find a way around ? " she whispered, but Artemisia shook her head and explained how guarded all borders into the kingdom were. Flying was out of the question. There were soldiers on standby to bring anyone who dares to try to fly over the wall. There was no way in without being accepted. Fear of young ones being trafficked or random ambush from neighboring countries and kingdoms caused the Drakon kingdom always to have soldiers on standby.

As Artemisia retreated to where Orpheus stood, the tall guard couldn't help but feel uneasiness. The girl with curly hair and brown skin aura was unnerving, one that was usually reserved for the vilest creatures he had encountered plenty during his lifetime. Lich, The undead, dark wizards, dark elves, and other evil monstrosities all had a dark, polluted aura leaked out during battles. She didn't even try to hide her evilness, defiling the air with her dark emanation. At 600 hundred years old, this was the worst immorality he felt. He had been a pupil of a grand wizard for a short time and learned countless magic, most importantly Aura and the power of other opponents. Trying to delve deeper into the girl's caused his consciousness to reel in disgust and fear. She had countless souls surrounding her, screaming at him to rescue them. Shaking, he looked away. This girl .. is a danger to our kingdom; I must report it immediately. As he got ready to alert the others behind the gate, something drew his eyes back down to where she was. Locking eyes with the demon made his heart stop; She shed her disguise in front of his eyes, taunting him. Her brown eyes had become black as she tilted her head and smiled, showing a row of fangs. Her eyes held the cold dark abyss known as hell as she lifted her arm that held swirling tattoos towards him. His voice receded as his life force was devoured by something unknown to this world. Finally finding his tongue, he wailed, pointing his finger in her direction. Scaring the other guard out of his daze. The separate guards thinking there had been an attack, opened the gates and ran to help.

Astonished to find Their comrade was on the floor convulsing with his eyes wide. The three girls stared in shock, walking towards the commotion. The entire crowd watched as the tall guard spotted Orpheus and squealed again. " Demon! A Demon! " They all looked at her but saw no telltale signs of a demon—a human girl with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. Orpheus was the most flabbergasted. Talking to Artemisia, she spotted the lookout staring at her. Confused, she had smiled impulsively, but the guard made a face like he had seen the devil himself and fell screaming. Now he accused her of being an evil demon. Everyone looked back and forth between Orpheus and the guard. While their friend never lied, the girl was not a demon but an average human. The soldiers looked at each other, not knowing how to handle the situation. Finally, they decided a guard with a distinct facial scar would take over the Tall guard's shift. Dragging their raving friend away, they resumed guard duty. Orpheus was more embarrassed than upset at being called a demon; the new and old guard scrutinized her, finding nothing wrong they back to guarding the surrounding area. Ferith, who'd seen the whole thing, also looked at Orpheus cautiously, pinching her skin and staring at her head. Artemisia was the only one not bothered going back to pacing and figuring out how to get inside the capital.

Suddenly a loud noise could be heard coming from afar, sounding like a freight train hundreds of animals Opherus had never seen ran full speed at the gate. The guards seeing this became alert instantly. A horn could be heard on both towers watching above the entrance. Soldiers poured out of the gate, and dragons took flight in the air. Artemisia appeared stunned at this sight which made Orpheus feel anxious. Ferith hid behind both older girls, scared of the sudden commotion. As they got closer to their destination, the animals looked like hybrids of a sabertooth tiger and bunny. The flying dragons began to attack with the soldiers on the ground, blowing fire, ice, or spells. The fight ended quickly as it started, some of the animals had begun to retreat, but the soldiers followed and exterminated them.

The sight was barbaric; the winning team went back to the gate while laughing and wiping off the blood on their swords and claws. Four hundred monsters had been annihilated in only eight minutes. But Orpheus still wondered why Artemisia looked so shocked at the sight, and some soldiers even looked puzzled as they walked back to their point.