"We are Warriors, Built to Fight, Protect and then Die... That is our Purpose, we do not think, nor do we question orders... Even if the the Order is to Cut down my own men... Under the Authority of the Diamonds, The Ends Justify The means."
The Sto...
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Heading into the beach house, past the house part of the house, and into the Temple... we come face to face with a familiar but completely new area...
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As an odd room full of tons of different books filling the shelves, with a giant magical tree sitting at the center, as Tiny Plushie Versions of all the major characters we had met so far sat scattered all around the room. It seems as though in his charge of heart, Tungsten's room has changed just as drastically.... Speaking of Tungsten...
"UUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH...."
Tungsten was seen sitting at one of the room's tables, groaning loudly as he laid face first on the desk, a depressed aura around him a saddened expression on his face, as Tiny Daedalus sat infront of him.
Tungsten: "Uuuuugggghhhhh...."
Tungsten groaned loudly, an extremely tied look on his face with bags under his eyes and a depressed aura around him.
Tungsten: "No energy..."
Tiny Daedalus: "....."
Tungsten: "......"
Tiny Daedalus: *Squeak!*
Tungsten: "Quiet You!"
Tungsten said, glaring at the Plushie, slamming his hand on the table, causing everything to bounce.
Tungsten: "It's not like it's my fault..."
Tiny Daedalus: *Squeak...*
Tungsten: "Ok... I will concede that staying out for 96 hours straight without taking any breaks searching for Malachite and... occasionally dealing with your Younger Counterpart..."
The sound of Bronze Icarus laughing could be heard faintly echoing in the background, causing Tungsten to shiver in cringe.