ズﾉﾚﾚひムの刀
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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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4,400 words.
Their steps echo the eerie hall. A gust of wind tugs on Gon's cloak as if wisps of the fallen clung to it, and the only sound is a soft rumble of thunder in the distance. The smell grows stronger the closer they get, and in the distance is the sheer, crackling sound of the verdant beam blazing chaos and destruction into the sky. His heart races, his skin burns, and Killua's warning echoes over and over again in his mind. "Whatever you do, don't use conditional magic. Ais are attracted to mana. We'll die if we're overwhelmed."
It's okay. Gon trained for this. He's much stronger than he was when he summoned Killua.
He gulps.
Suddenly, a hushed hum lingers in the air, "O mage in the shadowlands,"
Both mages jolt to a stop upon hearing the familiar eerie voice.
"No..." Gon's heart drops, "why is she here?"
"His hands are black and blue,"
"Tch, a third party," Killua bites out. He carefully unsheathes his dagger, and he opens one of the capsules dangling from his belt that sloshes velvety blue liquid.
"O mage in the shadowlands,"
"He spared none but you,"
Gon watches his familiar anxiously. "Nightlock? You don't think we'll have to-"
"We don't know what that girl is capable of, but if she's down here, then she's not some ordinary weak child."
"Shadows are his friends,"
Killua continues to venture forwards and Gon follows closely behind.
Killua's right. We have to prepare for the worst.
"Now all of them long dead,"
Gon wrinkles his nose in disgust as the stench of blood grows stronger, and in the corner of his eye he notices a faint trail of scarlet leading forwards.
"She isn't alone," the archmage mumbles with a serious gaze latched to the spotty splatters.
Gon's posture tenses as the domed room comes into vision. The glass ceiling is shattered, particles of dust and stone levitating above as if a spell were casted on it. Shadowy creatures funnel downwards from the rift in the sky, descending from the shadowlands, all like crying souls. It thunders, wind circulating in a hazy blur like the eye of a twister.
"Our world... is split in two."
Up ahead, two blurry figures become more visible.
Wait-
Gon gasps upon blurry recognition, and without another thought, he rushes forward.
"Gon, wait!" Killua calls out. "Dammit!" he curses behind before chasing after him.
