636. Let The Red Hunt of the White Wolf Begin
“Out of every ‘Us’ and ‘’, you have always compared all of us to ‘Her’. Your own daughter didn’t fit the form you wanted. It all must be ‘Her’ in your eyes.”
A brief flash of abstraction appeared in the dark.
It was a smoldering light. Cracks ran through it as she felt her body begin to shift, as did the world around her.
“While I was trying to fight for my own life to change my world for the better, you sat idly believing it would have changed sothing. But all that did was cause my own Cycle to repeat.”
Her strands of hair began to turn white. At no point could the others be heard, for Frost only sought the star that was laid before her. Neither could they intervene.
“Concepts, ideas, and tales not belonging to attach themselves to my back like they were always ant to be. And you allowed it, Michaela. You allowed to fall into this dark place. All of ‘Her’ suffers because of you. All of this world has made ‘Us’ suffer because of the things we are not.”
Frost’s eyes moved down as she blinked again, and before her arose an obsidian monolith made from Looking Glass.
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< The Will of the Amalgam Has Risen to the First State >
< Unfair Tale has manifested as the First State >
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< Unfair Tale is experiencing INSTABILITY >
“Within the mirror I only see a star. I know within my heart exactly what I am. But the Looking Glass tells of other ‘s’ from tales and selfish desires to build convenient lies.”
Though Frost had already manifested the Unfair Tale, her body had taken a different form. Her hair had grown out to reach past her feet, and her emotions only further deteriorated the longer she wore the Unfair Tale.
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Then, her apparel took the form of a dress, and her appearance changed again. The long hair shrivelled up just past her neck.
“… and why? The people that died that day could have lived if people tried to look a little deeper and saw that I wasn’t a monster that burned down worlds. The people I gave my hand to would’ve still been able to see the stars to this day.”
“I can hear them all. A collective cry.”
“’Save us.’ ‘A star must be born.’ ‘I need soone to hate.’ ‘I wish this was real.’ ‘The Witch in the green city needs to be stopped.’ ‘Give a prince of my own to wake up from my eternal sleep.’ ‘I want a rcenary to kill the big bad wolf.’”
“Selfish desires brought down the Captured Star.”
“It was dipped into the Rivers carrying their tales.”
“But will they listen?”
“No. None can hear the woes of the characters forced into those fantasies.”
< “But I will not die here as the antagonist of this wretched tale.” >
< “You and I, Miss White Wolf, cannot coexist. I must hunt you down before you swallow whole too.” >
< “Be damned by my infinite hatred, for all the ‘Us’ you have swallowed.” >
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< WOE OF THE FALLEN STAR >
< THE ARBITER’S TRUMPET WAILS >
< FROST’S CORRUPTION EVENT HAS BEGUN >
The Vengeful Red-Hooded Avenger
< Turn to page 999 on how to exterminate the big bad beast >
AFFINITY : Amalgamation
LEVEL : 250
ORIGIN : Folklore
HP : 20,000,000
ATT : 32,000
MAG ATT : 32,000
ATT DEF : 25,000
MAG DEF : 25,000
MP : 500,000
RESIST : 500
AGI : 120
“Frost. My words were not ant to lead you astray. Neither do I believe in tales. Cycles on the other hand have proven to burn .
Go ahead, Frost. Unleash your wrath. I will happily play the villain for your sake. I hope you will learn that wrath is as much of an ally as it is an enemy.”
On the ground, halfway between both the Corrupted Frost and the Arbiter was the Piece of Paradise.
“… And you will learn that the dull thwack of forgiveness will hurt more than the sharpest blade. My pride still kills . Frost. Shatter it. Break it down. Let us both rejoice in the fruition of this bloodbath.”
The Arbiter extended her arm, wielding the False Price of Paradise.
“That way we can both move on.”
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