❝Because of you, this
stupid prophecy got me
under a damned mask!❞
→ Betrayed, accused and blamed,
the young girl was forced to flee
her home to escape from the
people after her head. If she
didn't graduate from...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚇𝙻𝚅𝙸𝙸: 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢
•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•
A TENSE ATMOSPHERE engulfed the Llumina battle ground as Thorn narrowed his eyes, waiting for General Erithrius' strike. They've been at it for a while now but the most important information at the moment was that Kaden and Y/n have finally managed to get out of here, on a mission to retrieve the sceptre of light. Hearts racing as fast as a runner in a marathon, beating like drums with anticipation growing by the second, the young superhero kept his focus.
And without a warning given, Erithrius lunged at top speed bearing all of his might whilst he maintained the firm grip on the hilt of his carefully but skillfully crafted weapon. With a gust of wind from his abrupt movements, the edge of the sword made a fearsome contact with the naive manipulator's unusual choice of armaments of destruction; a ridiculously elongated-length of green and prickly thread more generally specified as people with a green thumb call, vine.
Much to the latter's utter unfortune, the thick string of a plant had broken off by a single slash and pressure applied by his adversary; perhaps, he could have devised a better scheme than something planned like a last-minute decision. As much of a shame it was, the young man never faltered in defeat, a bigger picture was painted in the back of his mind, pushing him through and over his limits, the thrill of the possible victory lulling him like a siren—and like any other, unable to resist the enthralling temptation.
"Hey, I liked that!" He complained, a pouty face had overcome his visage; it was all a ploy to stir more trouble for the Lluminarian General to deal with. With a newfound source of remedial courage, a steadfast grin approached his lips as he leapt backwards, triumphantly eluding the incoming threat caused by the General's formidable sword—signalling him of a jeopardising offer to join the bloodbath that it caused from the recent past. He was provoked but frenzied. He felt his adrenaline rush. "Can't catch me, too slow!" The young hero blew a raspberry.
"I will show you who is the slow one, Brat!" General Erithrius grumbled, agitated at the outcomes of his every attack altogether with the boy's carefree behaviour as they fought. Boboiboy Thorn deemed himself victorious at this provocation, but he took in mind that the battle to death has just begun on the dancefloor. Perhaps he needs a change of scenery and atmosphere. "If it's fast you want, then it's fast you get! Elemental Power!" He grinned before raising his power watch yet again.
