Wings flapped over sparkling salt waters. Toxic Shock soared under the falling Hero Base. Thick glass showered him as he flew below the dead engines. Tucking his wings behind his back he fell down with the ship. He scanned the underside like the drowning sea would in the next passing minute. He believed from what he saw, that there was no way the ship could survive under the peerless waters.
Even if the ship could survive in Darkness's territory, it couldn't stand a second in the terror Toxic was going to bring.
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Makurow gazed back out to the beach, the crashing waves irritated him. He held massive power in his hands but simple waters proved to be his weakness. Of course, Zip has the power to fly above the water freely without being afraid. But ZIp was running away from him, almost as if he was solely scared of Makurow and he knew they had to land by him sometime soon.
But what about Garth, the man-made out of stone—Makurow thought about him. He sought to find a woman, something different from everyone else's goal. Makurow found it hard to believe that that woman could ever exist. It seemed as though the Guardian purposefully made it impossible to finish each of their missions. Makurow required to build an empire but Zip turned them into malicious slaves. Zip needed to vanquish the evil ridden in the world, but he became apart of the evil he swore to destroy. Kirama sought to kill all that oppose the Architect's but even when Makurow's head rolled off his shoulders, he stood immortal. In all this Thresh did finish his mission—he met face to face with a man named Garth, but nothing really happened after that. Disappointing... Perhaps nothing is to come.
Makurow stared out, pondering the truth of their existence. In that moment, Makurow spotted Toxic Shock flying dangerously close to the ground. Leaves blew up and grass scattered against a dynamic line. The dragon beast soared straight at Makurow like a bird to a fish in a river. On the tip of his toes, Makurow jumped aside. Someone new? He thought quietly as Toxic passed his body.
Toxic Shock opened his wings behind him slowing his speed down in the air. His large feet broke his speed as he dug his heels into the ground. He spun around, throwing his wing to the side like a cape.
"Makurow," the beast spoke confidently, "let me add to your list of thought. You better get to understanding quickly because in a few days a lot more than a couple of faces will meet your feet."
Makurow stood completely confound, speechless as he couldn't find the precise thing to ask.
"I was born seconds ago, in the ship you gawk at. Zip created me. Based on your past, this means I'm one of your obstacles in between you and him, but I'm not. I must inform you I have torn that ship down from the skies."
Toxic Shock stood a similar height to Snake. Toxic was built like a rhino with muscular arms and legs, and a beefy chest. His claws were thick and sharp. Multiple eyes bulged on his jagged face searching the scenery around him as Toxic approached Makurow.
"When I watched the ship fall, the Guardian spoke to me in a vision like the ones you countlessly receive. Every prophet before me failed to bring the light's power truly back to these grounds, but I will not fail them. Once I rise the moon to the skies, an invincible Legion of Architects will populate the planet and hunt out the looming Darkness. It will be a war between mind and mindless."
"Then how will you rise the moon?" Makurow asked, irritated at Toxic's rambling. He didn't believe someone so terrible to look at could be heaven-sent to finish the job others have failed to do.
Toxic leaped onto Makurow, locking his monstrous claws around Makurow's shoulders. "Let me show you," Toxic proposed, sprouting his wings, "let's fly Little Flower."
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Rewriting Seven Years
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