Chapter 511: Chapter 500: Nirvana, Climbing the Summit, Reaching the Extre (8000-word ga chapter! Requesting monthly passes!)
“Path to Nirvana
Difficulty: No Survivors
Mission Objective: Choose one of the two
1. Slay Thorne and Oblivion Legion soldiers
2. Defeat the instance Guardian, the Godly Marksman Alma”
When Zhao Mingwei, Caral, Juan Canyun, Black Pot Cooking at, and Bai Di appeared in the instance, this line of text popped up in front of them.
“Why don’t we go take out the Godly Marksman Alma first?” Seeing that the mission required choosing one option, Black Pot Cooking at’s first instinct was to tackle the Godly Marksman Alma.
The trauma of Thorne’s incredible strength left a terrible shadow on the players; Thorne could wreak havoc on a group of Holy Spirits even with just a stick in hand.
Now, with the help of the Oblivion Legion, he would undoubtedly wield better weapons than he had in the Holy Spirit Arena.
On the other hand, players had fewer encounters with the Godly Marksman Alma, making his impact seem less daunting—at least only Black Pot Cooking at and Caral felt a psychological shadow when facing the Godly Marksman Alma.
“My suggestion is for Caral to fight Thorne, I’ll take down the Oblivion Legion, Xiao Wen and I will pair up for extra insurance, and you and Bai Di can challenge the Godly Marksman Alma.”
Zhao Mingwei imdiately voiced the riskiest and worst decision.
“Okay.”
“No objections.”
“Senior, I will follow your lead.”
Caral, Bai Di, and Juan Canyun agreed to Zhao Mingwei’s plan almost instantly without a second thought.
“What the hell? You must be joking, Brother Xiao! Thorne alone could take on the five of us.” Black Pot Cooking at exploded upon hearing the decision—this sounded like a team strategy guaranteed for a wipeout!
But there was no ti left for Black Pot Cooking at to complain, as Caral had already drawn the Moonlight Sword in his hand.
A flash of moonlight… Instantly, the sound of clashing blades echoed throughout the Path to Ascension.
Caral, wielding the Shadowless Sword, was already in a clash with Thorne’s pitch-black longsword.
“No need to get so heated, right? Holy Spirit… I’m just here to lend a hand.”
Thorne was no longer dressed in rags, but in a set of pitch-black Oblivion Legion light armor.
“Why forfeit!” Caral couldn’t care less whether Thorne had joined the Abyss or the Oblivion Legion; he just wanted to know why Thorne had given up on the top sixteen match.
“The little gas you Holy Spirits play—I’ve humored you by participating, and you took it seriously? Now I have important things to do. Could you maybe… step aside?”
This remark from Thorne completely infuriated Caral. He had poured so much effort into the Fureya Cup, striving to beat all his competitors and claim the championship.
But in Thorne’s eyes, the so-called Holy Spirit League and the Fureya Cup were just child’s play.
“Do you really think you’re invincible?”
The Moonlight Sword in Caral’s hand and Thorne’s black sword emitted a harsh grating sound. As the two blades crossed, the dense, rain-like sound of sword impacts resounded between them.
Amidst the clashing of swords and the sparks they created, nothing else was visible but the flas that burst forth. Finally, under Caral’s roar of fury, their weapons collided forcefully, and with a surge of strength, Thorne sent Caral flying away.
“In your group, at least, you’re still too naive, Holy Spirit.” Thorne handled his black sword with ease, resting it on his shoulder, but in the next second, Caral unleashed the Fierce Dragon Breaking Air Slash and struck at Thorne again.
Their skirmish also drew the attention of the Obliteration Legion who did not care about one-on-one fights. The Obliteration Legion’s Army Commander Deris wanted to intervene, but suddenly a dragon’s roar and the sound of a gun resonated, launching an attack on Deris!
With a raise of his shield, Deris blocked the Telekinesis Beast·Dragon Tiger Roar from Zhao Mingwei and grabbed the long spear Juan Canyun had thrust at him in his other hand.
“Do you Holy Spirits really insist on stopping us?” Deris said, staring coldly at Zhao Mingwei.
“Stop you? I just want you to disappear from this world!”
Zhao Mingwei’s fist, which hit the shield hard, suddenly lunged forward with a punch, and his violent telekinesis passed through the shield, hitting Deris directly and throwing him off balance.
“Stop them!” the mont Deris staggered back, he yelled at three other soldiers from the Obliteration Legion.
He ant for them to stop Caral and Bai Di. As the three soldiers from the Obliteration Legion drew their weapons and charged toward Caral and Bai Di, a long spear descended from the sky and landed before them in an instant.
The powerful Sword Qi attached to the spear even shattered the ground, slowing the footsteps of the three Obliteration Legion’s soldiers for a mont.
Juan Canyun descended from the sky, pulled out the long spear that had pierced the ground… He looked distantly at the three soldiers from the Obliteration Legion but still left a back view for Caral and Bai Di.
“Senior! Leave it to you!”
Leave what to , eh?
Forget it! I’m out of here!
Caral hurried towards the depths of the instance, the environnt of which was sowhat like a path to ascension suspended in midair. The instance was extrely narrow, and a misstep could lead one to fall below.
The Godly Gunner Alma? Can a player really beat that thing on their own?
But at least he still had Bai Di as a teammate! Caral turned his gaze to Bai Di, who was running alongside him towards the location of the Godly Gunner Alma.
In the midst of conflict, Bai Di’s way of fighting was sowhat similar to that of Zhao Mingwei, acting as one to protect four. The White Sword team only needed him to be sufficient.
As an enemy, Bai Di was a terrifying opponent, but as a teammate, he was so reliable that Caral gathered the courage to challenge the Godly Gunner Alma!
Anyway, there was a strong leg to hold on to, nothing to be afraid of!
Caral kept climbing upwards. Just as he was about to encounter the Godly Gunner Alma, Bai Di suddenly slipped, the floating ground cracked and fell, and Caral watched helplessly as he plunged down the Path to Ascension.
“No way, brother!!” Caral tried to rush forward to save Bai Di, but he was a step too late. He could only watch as Bai Di disappeared into the endless void.
“Are you blind? Can’t even see the path?” Caral yelled sowhat frantically into the endless void.
Yet, the voice that ca from his side tensed Caral completely, and he imdiately drew his Death Revolver, ready for combat.
“Is it just you challenging , little guy?” The Godly Gunner Alma, holding her long rifle, looked at Caral who had already reached her.
“I have a few teammates, but they’re all holding off the Obliteration Legion. That old lady… Could you just stand there and let shoot you? The mission brief said you were supposed to co to ask for our help, right?”
Caral’s forehead began to sweat cold beads. Hearing Caral’s proposal, the Godly Gunner Alma burst into loud laughter.
“This is a Governor-level challenge. Do you really think such cheating is possible?” After laughing, the ‘gaze’ under the Godly Gunner Alma’s hat turned towards Caral.
It felt as if she saw through the weakest and most fearful part of Caral’s heart, making him involuntarily take a step back.
“You’re not cutting it; send soone else. I have no idea why the Devouring God would choose you to challenge the Governor difficulty.”
“I’d like to switch, too, but my teammates are all pretty busy, so unless you’re standing there to get shot at, old lady, how about throwing a bone here…”
Before he could finish speaking about his black pot cooking at, he suddenly twisted his body to the side, and a bullet grazed his cheek, shooting past toward the rear.
“Die or scurry out of here with your tail between your legs like a little dog,” said the Wandering Gunman Alma, not in the mood for idle chatter with the black pot cook.
“This… doesn’t seem like the right attitude for an old lady who’s asking for help…” The scent of gunpowder from Death Revolver began to burn around the black pot cook.
“Kid, your body seems even more decrepit to …”
“Sorry! I haven’t even hit thirty this year!”
The mont the words of the black pot cook fell, his figure suddenly appeared behind the Wandering Gunman Alma with two revolvers nad ‘Death Revolver’ aid at Alma’s back.
Headshot!
Two bullets wrapped in death’s gunsmoke shot from the black pot cook’s revolvers, but two chanical hounds had already stepped in front of Alma.
The cook’s two bullets hit the chanical hounds, and a skull mark made of gunfire blood on their chanical bodies!
Almost simultaneously, the Wandering Gunman Alma’s gun barrel was already pressed against the black pot cook’s forehead!
Back jump!
The cook raised his head to dodge the fatal shot, planting his hands on the ground to adjust his body’s posture, but Alma didn’t give the cook any ti to adjust.
Another gunshot rang out. The mont the pot cook landed, a bullet penetrated his left thigh, and a high amount of damage jumped from his body, taking away a tenth of his life in an instant.
His foot slipped in a mont, and a bone-cracking sound ca from his ankle, the piercing pain shooting into the cook’s consciousness.
But he ignored the pain in his ankle, stomping down hard on the twisted foot he landed on to maintain an acceptable distance from Alma and quickly started running.
Mobile Shooting!
He weaved through the few ruins of abandoned houses in the room, his revolvers always locked on Alma who stood still.
However, the army of Naxi chanical Hounds by Alma’s side seed to see the bullets fired by the cook; their tails extended into sharp blades, slicing through the hundreds of bullets fired from the cook’s Death Revolvers!
Alma raised her gun again and aid at the black pot cook, pulling the trigger.
I can see it!
The cook focused on the movents of the hounds at Alma’s side and the few shots he fired, certain that he could clearly see the bullets Alma shot out!
He chose to slide tackle directly toward Alma’s position, narrowly avoiding several of Alma’s shots. As he stood up, dozens of chanical hounds suddenly lunged at him.
Wild Shooting burst forth from the cook at that mont, with the casings from his revolvers falling like pouring rain by his feet.
This Wild Shooting had absolute order amidst the chaos, with every Naxi chanical Hound that ca close to the cook being pierced by bullets and repelled!
Such a high-frequency micromanagent elicited another nightmare-like groan from the cook’s waist—the occupation of a Wandering Gunman really depends too much on back strength!
To achieve precise full-coverage with Wild Shooting, hands alone simply couldn’t do it.
But what was truly troubleso were the bullets fired by the Wandering Gunman Alma… yet Black Pot Stewed at could see them!
After he had killed all the chanical hounds, the Wandering Gunman Alma fired another twelve bullets… but Black Pot Stewed at was able to catch the trajectory of those twelve bullets.
He rapidly pulled the trigger of the revolver in his hand again… With the casings ejected, the bullets fired by Black Pot Stewed at all hit the bullets from the Wandering Gunman Alma, and a bunch of dense skull marks appeared in the air once more.
Breakthrough!
After blocking this round of shooting from the Wandering Gunman Alma, Black Pot Stewed at didn’t think at all before unleashing the Double Eagle Rotation, throwing two skill-illusioned revolvers at the Wandering Gunman Alma. The two illusioned revolvers hovered in mid-air, pouring their ammunition all around.
He took advantage of the cover from the Double Eagle Rotation to charge at the Wandering Gunman Alma once again.
But as he passed the cover of the Double Eagle Rotation, what ca at him was a barrage of bullets from the Wandering Gunman Alma!
Black Pot Stewed at was also well prepared, throwing out a second round of Double Eagle Rotation, blocking most of the bullets from the Wandering Gunman Alma.
But still, several bullets found their way past the Double Eagle Rotation, aiming at Black Pot Stewed at.
He saw it! The trajectory of the bullets!
As Black Pot Stewed at was charging forward and lifted the revolver in his hand to shoot down the bullets fired by the Wandering Gunman Alma… the bullets from the Wandering Gunman Alma suddenly changed their trajectory!
Dammit! You’ve got to be kidding !
Black Pot Stewed at watched as those three bullets suddenly traced several strange arcs in mid-air, getting past the bullets he fired from his revolver, and all hit his chest squarely.
After being hit by the bullets, the powerful impact made Black Pot Stewed at lose balance. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, ignoring the pain shooting through his wrist, and was about to adjust his stance again when the tail of a chanical hound wrapped around his ankle.
Damn!
Black Pot Stewed at instantly realized he was in trouble. The ripping force of the chanical hound’s tail was incredibly strong; it all happened in an instant. One hound wrapped its tail around Black Pot Stewed at’s ankle, and the other two restrained his hands, while the last one’s tail spike pierced through Black Pot Stewed at’s waist, flinging him harshly to the ground from mid-air!
Is this the end? Not yet! I just need to break free from this restraint!
Black Pot Stewed at tried to stand up from the chanical hounds’ restraint using all the strength in his body, and the sound almost like his wrists and waist were breaking could be heard.
He could still operate! After learning that the Wandering Gunman Alma could control bullets, he would never make the sa mistake again!
As long as he breaks free from the restraint, he still has a chance!
But he couldn’t do it!
He just couldn’t do it!
The pain in his waist and wrists was like two heavy chains pressing down on him, so heavy that Black Pot Stewed at couldn’t catch his breath.
This feeling of helplessness always lingered in Black Pot Stewed at’s heart, like having wings but bound by shackles that weighed several tis his own body weight!
Black Pot Stewed at’s health rapidly decreased under the chanical hounds’ mauling. He stretched out his hand to grab onto sothing, but… there was nothing.
All he could see was pitch-blackness; he couldn’t see anything.
Caral… couldn’t see anything, either.
Heavy Sword No Edge!
The short sword in Caral’s hand suddenly slashed towards Thorne, and in the next second, as it was slashing towards Thorne, it turned into a huge sword.
The sword brought a wind pressure of thunderous force towards Thorne, but Thorne easily dodged Caral’s slash with a deft sidestep.
Heavy Sword Dark Fla!
Wielding the heavy sword, Caral made a horizontal slashing motion, turning his giant sword into a katana. He swung the katana towards Thorne, carrying with it the scent of blood and flas.
However, Thorne seized the mont Caral switched weapons, stabbing once again into Caral’s wrist. Caral’s Dark Fla Blade suddenly flew out of his grip and landed behind him.
Behind Caral, there were already thirty-four swords… lying on the ground like the corpses of the defeated, cut down in death.
“A swordsman who can’t even hold onto his sword, what will he use to defeat others!” Thorne eroded Caral’s edge in the most devastating way!
Thorne’s black sword possessed the Exile effect of the Annihilation Legion; once Caral’s sword left his hand, he would be unable to use it again for a short while.
Caral’s most beloved Moonlight Sword had already been exiled by Thorne, and now there weren’t many legendary weapons left in Caral’s bag, but what of it?
“Defeating you will be enough!” Caral didn’t know the aning of retreat. Without legendary weapons, then he would use epic ones!
Lord Ankor’s Mallet! An epic staff!
The mont Thorne swung his sword again, Caral took out a giant wood hamr and struck towards Thorne, but Thorne’s sword abruptly reversed, followed by a quick forward step.
Caral had anticipated Thorne’s attack at this mont, and another hand revealed a silver-grey rapier.
Lianna’s Silver-Adorned Knife! An epic rapier!
This rapier, known for its fastest attack speed among holy weapons, was like a venomous snake striking towards Thorne’s throat at that mont.
Thorne certainly knew that Caral would dual-wield swords, and his other hand suddenly shook, revealing a pitch-black dagger within, which precisely and accurately struck the wrist that held Caral’s Silver-Adorned Knife.
The mont the rapier pierced into Thorne’s throat, it was flung into the sky! The mallet in the other hand was also knocked down by Thorne.
But it wasn’t over yet!
Sagna’s Shield! An epic greatsword!
A fine katana! A magic-level katana!
The mont Caral swung it, Thorne instantly knocked it down.
After a series of exchanges between the two, Caral’s bag ran lower and lower on weapons, until at the end… Caral was forced to pull out a wooden stick.
A worn wooden stick, of poor quality.
That wooden stick was instantly cleaved by Thorne’s black sword in their clash, its durability zeroed out and disappearing from Caral’s grip.
Caral had no more usable weapons in his hands, and Thorne seized the opportunity, thrusting his black sword toward Caral’s heart.
Caral, in a final desperate bid, grabbed onto Thorne’s blade with both hands, but he still fell to the ground, his life value plumting rapidly.
“Every sword you lose represents a life you’ve squandered! I don’t have ti to play house with children! Peerless Nation’s Hero!” Thorne increased the force in his hand, and the black sword slowly pierced towards Caral’s heart.
Is it really not possible?
At this mont, Caral’s gaze was no longer on Thorne. He was looking at the nurous swords lying on the ground beside him, the swords on the ground piled up like his own body.
These were all things he took pride in, but in front of Thorne, they were simply not worth ntioning.
After all, he was still not qualified.
Caral’s health was quickly dropping, and his vision was also engulfed by darkness.
Zhao Mingwei, on the other hand, didn’t know if he was qualified or not, whether as a champion or a third-place finisher, he must slay the army of Oblivion before him now!
But the combat power displayed by Deris in his pri far exceeded Zhao Mingwei’s expectations.
The ‘Exile’ ability of the Oblivion Legion was the most troubleso power!
Telekinesis Beast·Fierce Tiger Earthquake!
Zhao Mingwei released his most ferocious Telekinesis Beast and it pounced towards Deris! Deris stabbed the throat of the beast with his sword, and then a distortion appeared at the beast’s throat, and a deep gray mist devoured the beast before disappearing in front of Zhao Mingwei.
“Don’t try again, Holy Spirit. These powers are ultimately just borrowed strength. Without them, what else do you have?”
After exiling the Telekinesis Beast, Deris swung his sword at Zhao Mingwei, but the Vermilion Bird bead circling beside Zhao Mingwei blocked the blow for him.
Zhao Mingwei drove the Vermilion Bird bead, with its scorching breath, towards Deris.
Deris raised his shield, and a great deal of deep gray mist rose from its surface. The Vermilion Bird bead was captured by the mist and after a mont of struggle, it was dragged into the Exile Space.
Then Deris’s blade fell, severing Zhao Mingwei’s left arm, which was tattooed with Telekinesis Qi, and then he kicked Zhao Mingwei in the chest.
Zhao Mingwei fell to the ground on the other side…
“What do you have left, Holy Spirit?” Deris asked from afar, looking at Zhao Mingwei.
All of Zhao Mingwei’s Telekinesis Beasts had been exiled by now. Awakening Golden Thunder Tiger was unusable, Telekinesis Beast·Dragon Tiger Roar was unusable, Vermilion Bird bead was unusable, Telekinesis Beast·Fierce Tiger was unusable!
Even Zhao Mingwei’s left arm couldn’t be restored. In Deris’s eyes, Zhao Mingwei was now like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
“Do you really think…” Zhao Mingwei slowly climbed up from the ground, his gaze fixed on Deris.
“Think what?”
“You… really think you can trap us?” Zhao Mingwei, with his remaining right hand, charged towards Deris.
“Foolish!” As Deris tried again to sever Zhao Mingwei’s right hand, his shield suddenly transmitted a burning sensation!
The sound of space-ti fracturing erged from Deris’s shield, as if a fierce beast was about to break out of its cage!
Telekinesis Beast Vermilion Bird!
Intense flas burst forth from the fracture, engulfing Deris completely, and then the entire space-ti barrier shattered like a fragile mirror.
The Vermilion Bird, its body ablaze, broke free from the gray mist’s shackles, spreading its wings and releasing flas powerful enough to incinerate everything around it.
“You can’t trap us!” Dragon Tiger shadows reappeared on Zhao Mingwei’s right hand, suddenly opening its jaws wide to bite at Deris.
The cry of the Vermilion Bird echoed throughout the Path to Ascension, as the sky filled with nurous ignited feathers falling down.
Feathers…
The figure shrouded in darkness suddenly opened its eyes. His sight was covered by nurous chanical hounds, but in the midst of darkness, he could see the last ray of sunlight, like light streaming through a narrow window into a dark cell.
Stewpot was now like a prisoner bound with heavy shackles all over his body, but he still wanted to grasp that beam of light, the feather that descended from the light.
Stewpot reached out his hand towards the feather drifting in the sky, but… it was too far away!
The shackles on his body started to drag him backward with a frenzy, and the pain in his waist, wrists, and ankles felt as if they were about to crush him!
But in this mont, the pain that was nearly tearing his body apart didn’t matter to Stewpot—he didn’t want to be bound by these heavy shackles for life!
Wings gliding across the vault of heaven! The wings…
Stewpot’s body kept trembling, the pain in his flesh followed by the agony in his bones; his flesh twisted into pulp, the tornt in his bones like they were breaking apart piece by piece.
The chains bound around his waist were still so heavy that Stewpot could barely breathe.
Then so be it! Exchange a life forever bound by chains for a chance to soar! It was worth it!
The taste of blood surged into Stewpot’s body as he clenched his teeth, straining with all his might to reach out and grasp that feather in the sky.
But… he grasped at nothing.
The feather brushed past his fingertips, drifting off into the distance.
Was he dood to sink into obscurity and beco a nobody?
The light before Stewpot’s eyes vanished, and he lost all his strength, overwheld by the pack of hounds.
He closed his eyes, and when he finally chose to give up, give up my ass! I’m not even thirty this year!
Rage fueled Stewpot’s roar as he bit into the bodies of the hounds, threw a punch at another, and gripped one of the hounds’ heads in a frenzied grasp, using all his strength to seize that feather.
Just like a butterfly erging from its cocoon, Stewpot broke free from his heavily shackled body! What he broke free of was not the shackles, but his weaker self!
The deep crimson feather was instantly ignited into blackness… The hounds still subrged Stewpot, but the Wandering Gunman Alma suddenly raised the long gun in his hand.
Black feathers fell beside him, and along with them appeared the silhouette of Stewpot.
Its na… Sky-Ruling Wings, its aning freedom, this is my power! I command it myself!
At that mont, Stewpot pressed the muzzle against the forehead of Wandering Gunman Alma.
The bullets that Wandering Gunman Alma fired turned back, but Stewpot dodged them with a tilt of his head.
“Your bullets can’t catch up with anymore,” Stewpot said before pulling his own trigger.
This bullet, like black wings piercing the sky, tore through the heavens of the Path to Ascension.
Caral’s eyes widened in shock at the fissure in the sky… he heard a voice, a voice that kept urging him.
Draw the sword! Strike! Draw the sword! Strike!
That voice kept echoing in his mind.
Draw the sword? What weapon do I have now? How can I strike without a weapon?
But the voice in his mind kept urging him, and Caral suddenly understood—it was the voices of the blades he had wielded.
They were urging Caral to draw his sword and strike.
Should I believe in them?
Of course, I should! If not them, who else can I trust?
Caral suddenly released his grip on the hilt of Thorne’s black sword, which instantly thrust towards Caral’s heart, but the next second before it could pierce his heart, a ray of moonlight simultaneously slashed towards Thorne’s throat.
Thorne swiftly retreated several steps, giving up the attack, because if he had continued with that thrust, he would have been the one to die!
“These swords are not my life.” Caral, holding the Moonlight Sword that had returned to his hand, slowly sheathed it.
The mont Caral slightly drew the Moonlight Sword out, the blades lying on the ground like corpses vibrated as if responding to a call, starting to cover with powerful Sword Qi.
“They are… my comrades-in-arms!”
As Caral finished speaking, hundreds of swords laying on the ground flew towards him, enveloped in Sword Qi, floating behind Caral like battle comrades!
The swords behind Caral ford an effect like wings of light.
At this ti, Thorne also lifted his black sword with both hands, ready to make a move.
“Perhaps I will die…” Caral slightly crouched, gripping the hilt of the Moonlight Sword tightly, “but they will not!”
Sword raised, blood fell!
Caral and Thorne’s figures crossed paths, and the ground imdiately had a trench carved into it, ten ters deep.
A torrent of fresh blood burst forth from Thorne’s shoulder, and there was a terrifying wound in Caral’s chest held in his hands.
But it wasn’t over yet!
“Now it gets interesting.” Thorne glanced at his blood-soaked shoulder, the pain invigorating him as he charged towards Caral with his sword.
The blades behind Caral also surged forward with him towards Thorne!
Thorne was still terrifyingly strong, managing to block all the attacks from Caral’s blades and then aiming straight for Caral’s vitals.
But perhaps Thorne hadn’t suffered such a severe injury in a long ti; he completely overlooked the speed at which his shoulder was bleeding out and the toll it was taking on his body.
Caral’s sword swings beca faster and faster, and with each swing, dozens of swords would simultaneously stab at Thorne. Thorne blocked them all, but the energy he expended greatly increased, resulting in him swinging his sword slower and slower.
Thorne took a large step back, trying to escape the enclosure of Caral’s swords, but when he turned around, he found that dozens of blades had already surrounded him.
“I won’t let you escape again!” Caral, wielding his sword, once again launched a Fierce Dragon Breaking Air Slash at Thorne.
Trouble!
Thorne, still surrounded by the sword formation, managed to catch Caral’s vital point!
“I envy the power of the Devouring God, so strong, but still too naive!”
Thorne’s chest was penetrated by three longswords, and in return, Thorne’s black sword pierced through Caral’s chest.
But in the last mont, Caral also exerted all his strength to drive the blade through Thorne’s heart.
For a mont, the two stood together as if embracing, then both fell, vanishing on the Path to Ascension.
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