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Killua has died once already.
In every history book, there's a chapter of the infamous Killua Zoldyck: The face of the cover is blurry, as if the artist was unsure...
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8,600 words.
"Reduzite!"
Hurls of pulsing purplish magic projects towards the winged demons, and one by one, they fall limp on the ground with burnt flesh oozing verdant green onto the rocky path– the slim trail of soil leading to the one and only Broken Shore.
Killua puts two hands triumphantly on his hips. "That makes thirty four!"
"Wow!" Gon exclaims in awe, marching up to Killua's side with grimy clothes and muddy skin after a week of traveling on road. "That's amazing! I'm only at six," he finishes with a pout.
The archmage raises a bemused brow, and he strides over to Gon and pinches his freckled cheek, stretching it like sap and ignoring Gon's, "ow!" He shakes his head. "You do realize this is only your first year of truly using magic, when I've been casting my whole life. You improved a lot this past week."
"You're just saying that to be nice."
Killua snorts. "Well, don't get used to it. I'm a little annoyed you learned invisibility in an hour, when it took years for me to master."
They both hop back into the prairie, and with a sprinkle of magic, they continue their journey forwards.
"Killua, you were only three."
He hums, "I guess you're right."
The eerie, crackling sound of the rift gets closer and closer, and finally, they see fir trees disperse into the murky plains of the Broken Shore up ahead.
"I see it!" Gon raises his voice, hardly able to contain his excitement. All his life, no matter how dangerous or bleak Greed Island has been proclaimed to be, he has always wanted to visit it and place his own two feet on soil embedded with such history. He rolls out his map and trails his finger along the path they've traveled down, leading his finger to the beginning of brown splotches of ink that mimicked rotting soil. He circles it and nudges it towards Killua. "We're here!"
Killua smiles at Gon's childish delight. "You're like a kid." He sighs. "I have to admit, I'll be glad to get out of this wagon for good."
Gon nods vigorously.
"We wouldn't have even had to make this journey if the wells weren't dry. Teleportation only works within a two mile radius from a leyline." The archmage groans.
Gon internally bonks himself for not even thinking of teleportation, but regardless, he's glad to learn something new. He tilts his head to the side, a hand to his chin. "So when the demons raided Whale Island, the leyline was still working?"
"Yeah, and according to your dad, that's probably why they raided there. Something about the demons are attracted to mana, and," he raises a finger pointedly, "they consume it, causing further mutation."
