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...

...good.

Remember, a hero's death is as much a part of their legend as any of their accomplishments. 

It is the last page in their book.

You will die, eventually. Setting aside that all things will eventually die, a hero specifically must die.

Yes, if something never dies, it cannot be called a hero. A hero is a star which glimmers but eventually fades. If a hero was eternal, it would be an unreachable pinnacle. 

[b]Shooting for an unattainable ideal. A struggling form, a star of the world. A star can reach neither heaven nor earth, and that is precisely why it is lovely.[/b]

Some heroes die cursing the world.

Some heroes die reaching out towards a dream.

Some heroes die with a smile on their face.

It does not matter how you die, so long as you still die as yourself. So long as, to the end, you are the legend that you dared to create, it does not matter if your death is glorious or terrible.

...ah, I apologize for tricking you, there, but you're not dying just yet.

I'm not done with you. [i]Not even close.[/i]

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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]
At this point, they had reached the last step of the lessons. 

[b]Die[/b] had merely been the beginning of that sequence, even if it had been the most jarring of those thus far. Indeed, none of the ones since then had managed to possess the same weight and gravitas as [b]Die[/b] had.

This could be considered a calm between storms, in other words. As the end became closer and closer, though, that mounting pressure likely made it hard to enjoy the relative peace.

Once more, the world spun.

[color=aba000]"A hero must hit their target, whatever it is. How you do that is up to you. Generate so many attempts that one must surely succeed, stake everything on a single perfect effort, plan or improvise, any option is valid so long as you hit your target."

"Of course, your method will also define your strengths and weaknesses, as well as what you may give rise to."[/color]

Against the rationale of recent rules, this time Gin was alone, the city around him devoid of life. 

But, not devoid of death.

A swirling sea of spirits manifested before him, most of them passive, simply existing. However, there were some among those spirits that stood steeped in grudges. It was impossible to gauge which ones were of this kind on sight alone, or even with the magical senses, due to the sheer number of spirits infesting the surroundings. 

The only indication of their true nature was during those brief moments when they lashed out, their grudges striking at Gin, corroding his own spirit in turn.

[color=aba000]"You've made it this far, don't falter here. Rule number ninety-six: [b]Aim[/b]."[/color]