No justifications. Visions come and go. The world eventually ebbs and flows.
Two years have passed since then, since everything was fine and good. Though was it ever really like that? Who knows. Quién sabe.
Air. Earth. Fire. Ghost. Holy. Illusion. Lightning. Metal. Water. Wood.
In a land dominated by creatures that possess elements, and those who try to possess those who possess them, where is the balance? The key is not to be possessed but to bond, to merge, to become one being. Can two beasts share one mind, one heart, one soul? Train, work, tame, breed, love, live—together.
Break what’s already broken. Restore that which is already fine.
This seems like the end, but in reality . . . it’s only the beginning. Rebirth. Darkness looms on the horizon, its presence palpable to the flesh. We will move one foot just to move that much forward, and with more and more we will keep pacing towards tomorrow. The times of peace and acceptance are now gone. The time to fight has come. Deep bonds strengthen, new bonds are forged, and we’re ready to go.
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?
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