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... olors, draining away into a black-and-white scene.
Memories, once vibrant and full of life like mosaic art, ebbed away as if pulled by the tide.
What replaced them was a desolate wasteland.
The ancient warriors who had been roaring moments ago were nowhere to be seen.
Snow did not fall.
The dry, gnarled trees and the eerie wind scraping against the skin were all that remained.
“Brother!”
Sigmund approached with a bright, beaming smile.
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