Ah...

It feels like it's been so long, since I've done this. 

It's fun. It really is fun. 

So forgive me, but I'll have to indulge myself.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TmVfa9w.png[/img] [h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Invalid Spatial Coordinates[/h3][/i] [@Cu Chulainn][/center]
They were nearing the end, now. 

Destroy. Unleash. Receive. Restraint. Redirect. Imbricate. Foresee. Spread. Pierce. Devour. Retaliate. Each and every principle had been drilled through an ordeal all its own. If not for Chiron's voice counting off each of the rules as they came and went, it was unlikely that Gin would even have an idea of how close he was to the end. 

This time, though, something immediately felt different. 

There was no chaos in the air. There was no scent of smoke. There was no monster, no riot, no tower stretching into the sky, no god descending onto the earth. It was peaceful. It was tranquil. 

Ah...

...wait.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. 

No, that was wrong. Something was wrong. 

The handful of people surrounding him, some of the closest companions he had, were not looking at him as they usually would. They were looking to him with shock, with horror, with fear.

It was then that he would feel the pain in his chest.

It was then that he would feel the heat of his own blood as it streaked down his skin.

It was then that he would notice the blade that was embedded into his chest.

Ordinarily, at this point, there would be an explanation. A problem had been introduced, and so Chiron would state what it meant, how it had resulted from his previous choices, and what options there were available to him.

This time, there was none of that. 

There was no applause. 

[b]There was no applause.[/b]

His hands grew cold, and then that same iciness began to spread through his body. 

He could still move, but the life was certainly leaving him, his mind slowing as though it was trying to sift through a dense fog. 

The encroaching hand of the reaper. The end of a story. There was no reason, no cause, no basis. There was merely [i]that[/i], that inescapable end.

The words were barely audible when he finally heard them.

[color=aba000]"...rule number eighty-nine: [b]Die[/b]."[/color]