TW: Character ''Death''
''Bluey, please. Wake up. Please-''
Liedmon sat down next to his fallen ally. They were barely breathing, and a red patch was forming on their chest. It was horrible, and Lied knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.
The same thing has happened more times than he could count. Every day, one of his allies would get ''killed'' by some masked guy, and they'd go into a trance-like state, and then just disappear without warning. And now, his last ally was killed. He had no one left
Liedmon would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. In fact, he was terrified. But deep down he knew they were still alive somewhere, and he was determined to save them, no matter what
The next day, at the same time the figure normally came, Liedmon stood outside the bunker, sword in hand. He was shaking, trying not to let it show. He wanted to kill the figure, to show them no mercy.
Just then, a massive explosion shook the ground, knocking him down and forcing him to let go of his only weapon. A purple cloud formed at the center, and out stepped the figure, with Lied allies behind him. They were silent, their eyes white, the life in them gone. The figure now stood in front of Lied now. It took off the mask, and showed a face Lied has known all his life
''You-"
''We meet again, Liedmon Hermitara.''
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