Yesterday seemed to be an ordinary day. You went to school and hung out with your friends. You never expected your world to change the next day. Getting home from a long day you realize you receive an email from an unknown user. While it’s most likely junk, you curiously open the email just to see the contents with curiosity. What could they be try to scam you into this time;

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Laughing it off and closing out of the email you think nothing of it. It was an entertaining attempt at least for a practical joke.

Within the code of data an individual stood staring at a screen. 

[center]“I called them,” 

“You called the Destined Ones?”

“They should be here soon,”

“What have you planned for them?”

“One final test,”

“Do we have time for that?”

“We have to be certain,”

“We cannot delay the inevitable for too long,”

“Trust me,”

“I don’t know if I can trust your plans, but I suppose I have no choice,”[/center]

Yggdrasil had been slain. Now it was only a matter of time, to know if those destined to save this world were apt for that job or not. Either they failed the last test and wandered lost in the Digital World until the chaos was slain. Or they succeeded and accomplished what they were foretold. 

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