Epilogue

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Darkness.

Darkness was all he saw.

He stood in a darker, yet familiar place. It was where he had been standing, but covered in shadows that were thick, like cobwebs. Voices could be heard - faint and echoing, but they were there. They were voices he recognized, too.

He looked down at his claws, which were black with barely any gray left at the ends.

They slowly turned to angry, shaking fists as the gray parts were enveloped by black.

He seethed, his tail lashing as his rage boiled.

He would not let this be the end of him.

Oh, no.

This would be their final mistake.

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The end? Maybe sequel next year? 👀

No promises tho. Might not happen.

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