The world was seeped in conflict, in chaos, and Nigredo would testify with every fiber of his being on the similarities. Wouldn't dwell on it for more than a minute. There existed a promise to fulfill, for one. For another, it seemed he had a stalker. Stalkers. Six insects and only a well-armed, fully-powered U.R.T.V. to fend for himself.
A single flicker of concentration, and each creature reeled back from an explosion of light--some maimed, the rest dead. Nigredo ignored the aftereffects, however, and continued his search for Renamon in the hallway, wondering why every time he was keen on a plan, something had to interfere. Like powers.
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The world was seeped in conflict, in chaos, and Nigredo would testify with every fiber of his being on the similarities. Wouldn't dwell on it for more than a minute. There existed a promise to fulfill, for one. For another, it seemed he had a stalker. Stalkers. Six insects and only a well-armed, fully-powered U.R.T.V. to fend for himself.
A single flicker of concentration, and each creature reeled back from an explosion of light--some maimed, the rest dead. Nigredo ignored the aftereffects, however, and continued his search for Renamon in the hallway, wondering why every time he was keen on a plan, something had to interfere. Like powers.
Always powers.