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''--Game over. No. More. You. Are shattered. Beyond recognition--'' the shadow finally lets go, its hands moving afar with the smellest trickle of blood accumulated at the very tip of its finger. Prad's power already began shimmering, fixing the tiny damage. His stare, half defiance, half resignation. Seems this finally was the straw that angered the gray man.

The same one walking away in this room, permeated in its atmosphere. Dead orbits and hushed whispers, all faltering from the secluded isolation. His disapppearance, never a true one, watching, ever watching...