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My vision blurred. Then everything went black.

I tried to assess my hand, sighing as the wind howled all over, the environment being too dark for me to see anywhere past my arms. I felt something ram into the back of my head, my vision blurring as my grip slipped from the rock. “I just need to hold on,” I whispered to myself, wincing as my water flooded my injured arm, prompting an unwanted sting. My head lolled to the side, black and white dots clouding my vision as I felt my hand slip from the rock. ••••• I blink hard, my vision blurry. The sky is grey above, the sun peeking out cheekily from behind the clouds.

Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt. Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red. "Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight. "Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard. "The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone. "What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"

I just remain squinting with my hands halfway up, the handcuffs preventing me from putting them all the way up. I am shaking uncontrollably. Isn't this a factory? Did I walk in on criminals doing something bad in an abandoned building? I have my eyes closed slightly because the light is too bright and my head is throbbing. Suddenly I hear a familiar voice telling them to lower their weapons. I try to widen my eyes and see who it is but the pain is too extreme and the adrenalin has gone. As the darkness takes me under I giggle at the blonde-haired ladies' man I have come to rely on, Max Stone.

His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him. Near to him has a beautiful woman that has black skin with peaked and long ears. She had an attractive face with her exuberant curly hair and her whiskey color eyes; The lovely soft lips were a straight line. She had a puckered forehead because of a full of sadness scowl. She had an ax in her beautiful and full of scratched hands; the ax was heavy and dropping blood and was getting cold slowly. It was difficult to say whose it was the blood, either hers or the bodies on the battlefield. A roar from the sky took the couple who were on the giants' corps out of their thoughts. These g

"I thought it was just a headache, but it got intense by the-- ARGH!" "Oh god! Brys!" I exclaimed, reaching out for his head, but as soon as my fingertips touched his forehead, my vision became hazy and suddenly, I was catapulted into snippets of images. There were all black and white, shaky, flashing forwards and backwards, but as I tried to focus on the people in those images and what was transpiring, a certain image came into slight focus; it was shaky and I was trying my best to make out of it and then. I saw Bryson, tied to a chair and a man with raven black hair and pitch black eyes. He was putting a hand on Bryson’s forehead; I was certain that man was doing something to Bryson, and w

"It’s just... the other half of the light. I can hold it. I can make the sun blink." We moved to the highest point of the Black Crag—the Crowned Summit, a jagged peak that was protected by a series of ancient, lead-lined arches. The heat was still astronomical, the white light of Solis beating against the stones like a physical hammer. Nathaniel had constructed a "Blight-Diffuser" out of salvaged iron and quartz. Inside the glass chamber, a swirling mass of oily, black smoke—the captured Blight—was thrumming with a predatory hunger.

As the purple-eyed man looked, I was approached by the other who squatted down to inspect me. His short, black and white peppered hair almost blew into his eyes from the breeze. He had a pale grey tinge to his skin which was speckled with black dots. His zigzagged ears had hooped piercings in each section, as well as a small stud piercing on either side of his bizarre eyes. The only thing he wore was dark green pants which were riddled with baggy pockets that held the two guns and the silencers. “I’m Concussion" the yellow eyed man held out a hand to me that I only stared at "that's Nightshade" he pointed to the purple eyed man who rested a hand on Torch’s shoulder as he talked to him.

Travis informs me. Immediately, I stop scanning the black horizon to my left for possible enemies (the left side of him is his blind spot, after all) and focus my attention to the front, which is the direction his gloved hand is pointing. . Squinting into the distance I see ... absolutely nothing. The horizon in front of me is as devoid of color and shape as the horizon that I had been staring at to my left a minute ago. "Travis, I don't see ... - but before I could finish, my eyes are fixed on a half dozen golden lights rising out of nowhere about a half dozen the size of a pinhead slowly approaching us and make bigger"

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.