A part of him is grateful he still has both arms and no shrapnel piercing his flesh, he can still feel his heart racing in spite of the pleasant scenery. This is hardly the white void of true Purogatory, at least as he remembers it...
And Merlin? Was Merlin a god of death this whole time? ]
... W-Wait!
[ He calls out a moment too late as Merlin vanishes into a flurry of petals. Kallamar has been left standing alone with a lingering sense of dread. ]
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A part of him is grateful he still has both arms and no shrapnel piercing his flesh, he can still feel his heart racing in spite of the pleasant scenery. This is hardly the white void of true Purogatory, at least as he remembers it...
And Merlin? Was Merlin a god of death this whole time? ]
... W-Wait!
[ He calls out a moment too late as Merlin vanishes into a flurry of petals. Kallamar has been left standing alone with a lingering sense of dread. ]