Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seeds of Destruction ❯ Flight of the golden winged angel ( Chapter 11 )

11. Shattered Prison - Flight of the golden winged angel

 

 

The shoji door silently slid open and he stepped in, closing it again while he watched the sole futon in the middle of the room.

“So they finally found you…”

Ichigo moved closer to her and kneeled down next to her head without saying anything.

Rukia turned her face up to him and gave him a stern look. “So what are you going to do now?”

“Rukia—“

She closed her eyes and smirked dryly. “Ichigo. Don't.”

He fell silent and clasped the tissue of his jeans in his hands, biting back a snappy remark.

“How many times do I need to tell you?” Rukia spoke, staring at the ceiling. “It's not your job to save everyone.”

“I should at least be able to protect the ones closest to me,” Ichigo whispered back harshly, “Keep other people from getting hurt if I can help it! It's a reason why I became a Shinigami in the first place!”

A gentle smile formed on Rukia's lips, “This is but a consequence of a choice I made on my own. I accept it, why can't you? Can't you grant me that much pride? Renji and I knew what we were getting ourselves into. We assumed the risks beforehand. Don't act like we should've asked for your permission. We acted alone; it's not your fault.”

Silence filled the room after those words and Rukia spoke again, “What are you planning on doing now, Ichigo?”

The orange haired youth stood up and walked back to the exit.

“Ending this.”

 

 

A door fell close in distance, disturbing the comforting silence.

Bright, green light then lit up in the darkness of the abandoned research vaults in the undergrounds of La Torre Azul and she stepped inside.

A large room then illuminated itself ahead of her and the many transparent cylindrical tubes that rose on each side of her began to emit a soft buzzing sound as they lit up and showed their many different contents that floated in a bubbling liquid. Some of them showed bits and pieces of humanoid tissues like ears, fingers or even eyes and other contained grotesquely mutilated bodies, some of them missing members, heads or even half of their original state.

She walked between them in search of one tube in particular and stopped in front of it as she found it, smiling up to the Arrancar she desired to see revived.

Her right hand index pushed down on a button situated on the control panel next to the tube and she watched how it got sucked up into a hole in the ceiling. She then turned and left the room only to enter another one that was adjacent to it, finding the tube lying horizontally above an open metallic container. Once she pressed the red button next to the metallic container, the tube emptied itself of its fluids through an aspirating pipe. It then made a clicking sound and a large mechanical arm descended from the ceiling to take off the glass.

She stepped up to the body that now lay on a plastic stretcher above the container, still dripping from the fluid it had been kept in. Her eyes went over the many wounds and the gaping flesh that had turned pale after the many months it stayed in conservation.

"Slain before her very eyes," she whispered, reaching out to touch the still moist strands of his light blue hair, "You were, by far, the most interesting and most valuable of all the original Espadas… Let me give you a chance for a rematch against your sworn enemy. I will eventually bring back the others, but for now—"

She closed her eyes and opened her arms, creating a golden shield that appeared between them and settled on top of him.

"Arise once more, Sexta Espada; Grimmjow Jaggerjack…"

 

“Did he ask for you to do this?”

Hime gasped and twirled around. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Shirosaki standing in the portal and she focused her attention back on Grimmjow. “What do you want?”

Shirosaki placed his hands in his pockets and strolled his way towards her leisurely. He pulled her hair back and rubbed the tip of his nose against the delicate skin of her right cheek, silently peeking over her shoulder at what she was doing. “If he wasn't able to defeat him then, I don't think he'll be able to do so now.”

She moved her head away from his touch in an annoyed matter. “What do you want?” She asked once more, “You've been following me around all day, like some lovesick puppy.”

He grinned and grabbed her left hip in his left hand, pulling her close again. “And so…?”

“It's annoying.” She stated, looking him in the eyes now. “Not to mention disgusting.”

“Oh?” He smirked, before turning his attention towards the body on the table. “You know, it seems like all of this has gotten to your head, Hime. Perhaps it is time for you to cool down a bit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this.”

He placed his right hand fingertips against her left temple and she gasped in pain.

“I gave you some of my essence.” Shirosaki whispered, watching her sink down on the floor with her widespread eyes staring up at him in pain and disbelief. Black veins appeared all over her face, joining into the tips of the fingers he still held against her. “What makes you think I can't take it back?”

Hime's eyes began to roll back and blood trickled out of the corners of her mouth. “S-stop…!”

“I would like it very much, my dear Hime, that you'd show a little bit more of respect from now on.” He kneeled in front of her and removed his hand, watching her fall against him, panting heavily. He placed his right hand on her head gently and kissed her on her crown. “You're not exactly in a position to act like you do. My plans are beginning to fall into ruin because of you.”

Hime was trembling all over and nodded. “F-Forgive… me.”

“You know what? I will.” He helped her standing and kissed her on her forehead. “But only because, unfortunately, I do need you.”

Her watered eyes stared at the floor as she remained silent.

“So, tell me, what are you bringing old Grimmy back for?”

She turned towards Grimmjow again and called upon her regenerative shield once more. “Aizen-sama deems the time has come for the first wave.”

“Hn.” He chuckled, “Does he now?” And with that he left, leaving her on her own again.

Hime sighed in silent relief and lowered her arms, watching how the last tissues of Grimmjow's left shoulder formed back together, finishing the whole regeneration process.

“Can you hear me?”

Light blue eyes blinked open, slowly at first, trying to find focus with the blinding lights shining down on them. “Where—”

She bent over him and placed a hand on his head gently. “Welcome back.”

Grimmjow rolled his eyes in the direction of the voice and immediately seemed to calm down as he saw her face. “How long?” He now began to sit himself up.

“Six months.”

“It never truly worked, did it? You're still here.”

Hime shook her head, “I was free, thanks to you. We had a chance of escaping and Aizen was defeated, but not destroyed.”

The former Espada now turned to look at her more closely. “You've been infected.”

She looked away and hugged herself. “An unlucky turn of events.”

He silently gazed at her and understood without her telling him. “It will eventually overthrow you again.”

“Yes.” She whispered, tucking a black strand of her hair behind her right ear and fixing him sternly now.

“Therefore, time is of the outmost essence now and I need your help.”

 

 

Her voluptuous silhouette formed through the thin fabric of the white covers she lay underneath, her long purple hair spilled all over her pillow and a part of it covering her beautiful sleeping face.

An affectionate smile was plastered on his lips as he watched her silently having been incapable of finding the soothing comforts of a worriless sleep.

A blood red sun was rising through the window behind him and he closed his eyes at the increasing heaviness that took over in his heart as he stared at her.

Aizen was coming.

She moaned softly in her sleep and turned over and away from the orange glow that streaked the bed, continuing her peaceful rest.

The attack would come from two fronts; the mighty Vaizards first, to assure that their defences are weakened before annihilated and then the already weakened Soul Society that yet had to recover from the last war.

Their chances for victory didn't look too promising, but they still had one small hope that lay with Orihime.

Shinji had informed him on the inner turmoil the Hollow within Orihime was struggling with and Ichigo told him what happened the night before when he met with her again. It was obvious she had a plan, one, he realised, was to be extremely risky if she attempted to do what he think she would.

It became clearer to him that Orihime had chosen a definite path to follow and that it looked like she was ready to pay the ultimate sacrifice for it.

He sighed out softly at the sad tendency his thoughts were bound to carry and leant back against the wall. Perhaps there wasn't much left for any of them anyway… nothing but sadness and death.

“Kisuke, come to bed.”

His eyes rested on her again and he silently moved towards the bed to lie himself in it. She rolled to him and he took her in his arms, kissing her passionately on her sultry lips. Her eyes, her deep golden eyes glistened as she topped him underneath the covers, the rising sun behind her caressing her dark skin, giving it an nearly ethereal glow.

“There's still hope. If there's one thing those kids taught us, then it's that there's always hope.” she whispered, touching his left cheek with the back of her right hand. “So lay with me and be the one I need right now.”

He realised that he had never wanted her as much as in that moment that she was there sitting on him, welcoming him to release a little of his worries on her body. His hand went over her hips and she bent over, catching his lips with hers in one fluid motion.

He let himself drown into the pleasure she offered him and lay staring at her once more when they were finished, tracing the crease of her spine with his right hand index as she lay on her side fast asleep again.

A smile formed on his lips as he thought of what she said earlier and he pressed a kiss on her right shoulder.

“I'll always be the one you need… as long as I have you, I'll never want anyone else.”

She opened her eyes and reached behind her to grab his hand. “I'll never ask for you to go.”

He closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder and neck. “I know how you feel and it's mutual, believe me.”

She closed her eyes and a single tear escaped as she pulled him closer to her.

 

 

The sun steadily continued its climb towards the Heavens, the first rays now peeking above the houses and the buildings in the distance.

A koi fish stirred the surface of the artificial pond and a bamboo leaf fell onto the grass next to his feet.

The air was charged with heavy anticipation, as if the events that were to occur were written in the stars above.

A damping cup of tea suddenly appeared in his eyesight and he turned to his right to see Ikkaku sit himself next to him on the porch.

He accepted the cup and took a careful sip.

“You'll be up and running in no time. You're a fast healer.”

“Thank you for your words of comfort, but that's not what has been bothering me and you know it.”

Ikkaku turned to his ancient student with a silent look on his face.

“How long are we going to be able to fend them off?” Renji whispered pensively, “The Court Guard is still short of 3 captains and its troops haven't been refilled yet.”

The 3rd officer of the eleventh division folded his legs beneath him and took a breath while contemplating the serene garden. “So what do you suggest we do, Abarai? We run and hide?”

Renji closed his eyes and averted his gaze. “If I asked her to stay out of the fight, she'd laugh at me…” his voice was but a mere whisper carried onto a sigh of the passing wind. “She'd laugh at me and I wouldn't be unable to stop her from going and tearing me apart.”

Ikkaku looked at his friend with distant concern before he spoke, “Kuchiki is not one of those women that you lock up and keep behind barred doors for safekeeping. She has a strong will and is skilled in fighting. Her sense of honour and self-respect are high at all times. She will not and cannot stay behind when the call for battle will be ushered.” He paused to take a sip from his cup, “But I shouldn't even be telling you this anymore. You know this already.”

The young Vice-Captain chuckled, “If I had wanted an obedient, nice little do-it-all wife, I wouldn't have fallen in love with a tomboy like her.”

Ikkaku smirked and placed a consoling hand on his right shoulder. “You should be proud of her and respect her choice.” He moved himself to stand, “And also consider yourself lucky to have found a woman like her, who wouldn't hesitate to die fighting while protecting the ones she cares most about.”

Renji watched him turn and walk towards the shoji again.

“The Senkaimon will be opened at noon.”

The door closed behind him and Renji remained, watching the sun creeping its way slowly yet steadily into the sky.

 

 

His head rose from its resting position on his chin and he opened his eyes sleepily.

“Good morning, Taichou.”

A damping cup of tea was waiting in front of his face, carried by a slender, feminine arm. “Matsumoto.” He sighed, taking the cup in a hand.

Rangiku stood up straight and smiled. “You slept out here all night?”

Toushiro stood up from his sitting position against one of the walls in the living room. “You and Ichimaru made it practically impossible for me to sleep in my room, don't you think?”

She blushed a little, but her smile didn't waver one bit. “Thank you, Taichou.”

The adolescent growled a little as he stretched his pained muscles. “Don't be stupid, for what?”

Rangiku chuckled and bent over, planting a soft kiss on the silver strands of her young Captain, even though she knew he hated such displays of affection. She watched him leave the room with an irritated scowl on his features and smiled.

“Be sure to be ready, as soon as the Senkaimon is closed, we head out for the Vaizards hide out.”

Rangiku grinned happily and nodded. “Hai, Taichou!”

“So you get to stay?”

Rangiku turned around and met Gin's softly smirking face. She lifted an eyebrow and smiled, “You left my room early this morning.”

“I was in the garden,” he whispered back, approaching her. “Perhaps I shouldn't have come to your room at all…? Your captain did not seem to be amused.”

The blonde Shinigami hauled her shoulders and tucked a strand of her hair behind an ear. “He'll get over it.”

Gin laughed silently and nodded. “He sure has made some improvement in his social skills.”

She smiled gently and sighed, averting her eyes before taking a step away from him, facing one of the walls.

He scratched the back of his head in incomprehension of her behaviour and slightly cocked his head to the side questioningly, “Was it something I said?”

“I realised this morning,” Rangiku softly spoke, looking up to the ceiling now, “that you never intended to return alive.”

A surprised expression now grew on the ex-Shinigami's features.

“If I had returned to the Soul Society, you'd used your death as an apology, wouldn't you have?” Rangiku sighed, “Your comment from before only served to reinforce this feeling I now have. You're already making apologies again, Gin?

He stepped up to her now and took her face in his hands, making her turn herself around once more to face him. “True,” he whispered, “you've seen through me. It is what I wanted at first.”

“Gin…” Rangiku grabbed hold of his hands and began to push them off.

“But I'm glad I came to see you last night,” his voice murmured low against her lips. “You've given me a reason to come back. To feel like I still have a purpose in this world.”

She closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her left cheek. “Don't lie to me—”

“I'm not,” Gin spoke, looking her in the eyes as she opened them again. “Why would I want to part with you when I just found you back again?”

Rangiku sniffled and averted her eyes from his, but he made her look at him again and claimed her trembling lips in a gentle kiss. “I wouldn't be able to stand losing you again… Do you get that, Gin?” she whimpered. “Just return to me, that's all I want.”

He embraced her and held her close, a soft content smile on his lips as he thought about what he was holding in his arms right at that moment. “I will, always. You're my home Rangiku.”

She cried and laughed at the same as she returned his embrace, feeling like that the last persistent doubts that had lingered in her heart had begun to lose grip.

 

 

Grand chandeliers of pale gold hung in rows of six off the ceiling of the main meeting room, the large table of eleven empty except for the head chair standing on the outer left side of the room.

Slender, yet masculine fingers traced the outline of what looked like an ancient book before flipping the cover open to reveal an archaic looking handwriting on yellowed pages.

Calculating eyes skimmed over the cluster of words and sentences, the intricate diagrams and scientific analysis.

A door then creaked open in the silent distance and he remained seated, completely overtaken by the vast amount of knowledge the book was procuring him.

“Aizen-sama?”

Footsteps echoed on the black marble floor until they halted in front of the table next to him.

“Aizen-sama, our preparations are ready.”

A pale hand moved the messenger's way was his only answer and this one bowed in acknowledgement before retreating soundlessly into the darkness of the room surrounding the table.

Silence engulfed the large space once more and the large book fell shut.

“Are you sure it's time?”

out of the shadows, a white shihakushou appeared and Shirosaki stepped out, his disinterested expression resting on the spot the servant disappeared a few moments ago. “You still don't have the Houkyokou.”

A dry chuckle came from underneath the white mask the man spoken to was wearing and he turned to Shirosaki, a glimmer of gold shining behind the slits that covered his eyes.

“That shouldn't take much longer.” Aizen now began to stand, gathering his long white robes around him as he did. “Hime's abilities are reaching their Zenith and therefore ending her usefulness to us.”

The destruction of Las Noches had left its marks on the ex-Captain. His body had endured physical trauma's, leaving him with horrid scars and a now malfunctioning left leg. The mask he now wore provided him the necessary veil he needed to hide his now malformed face.

“Pardon me for saying this,” Shirosaki spoke as he followed Aizen into the hall, “but I keep forgetting why you don't just cast an illusion upon yourself to make your appearance a little more easy on the eyes.”

Aizen chuckled again though this time an amused tone could be distinguished. “Simple, my dear partner. I cannot.

Do remember that my Zanpakuto's ability only work on those who have seen me release it. You may ask yourself why I don't release it before all the Arrancars and the answer is that I have no desire to do so.

I want for them to see me as I am now, to see that I was not crushed down completely by Soul Society. Also, I need their trust and I cannot acquire that if I keep tricking their minds into believing what I want them to.”

At that Shirosaki stood still and squinted his eyes suspiciously. “I may be born from an idiot, but that does not make me one. You never really released the illusionary bubble you had on them in the first place, did you? You made them believe you did, but you never did.”

“You two are the only ones who know my real appearance. You and dear Hime.” Aizen said with a minim smirk that went unnoticed, taking a left turn.

The Hollow crossed his arms over his chest. “And I'm supposed to feel honoured?”

Aizen allowed himself a short laugh, “Did Hime start with rebirth of my ancient Espada?”

Shirosaki nodded, “Yeah, she was just about finished with number six.”

They now stood in front of a grant double door. It opened itself and revealed an enormous courtyard bathing in the pale moon. They stepped through the doors and onto the balcony, greeted by loud cheers and cries as the white sea of Arrancars welcomed their leader.

Shirosaki let his eyes go over the massive amount of Hollows grouped beneath him with a disdainful sneer. “Ichigo is mine.”

Aizen rose his arms and a new wave of excited cries and howls was heard, this time even louder than the previous. “Of course,” the ex-Captain said. “Do as you please.”

The Hollow grinned maniacally and turned around, walking back into the castle.

“The end is nearing.” Aizen spoke softly, seeing how the first wave of Huge Hollows began to disappear into clouds of black smoke. “The end of the world.”

 

 

The room was dark and cold.

Drops of water dripped onto stone in an indistinct distance, dripping with each second that passed.

His eyes that had been closed opened themselves slowly, his Zanpakuto resting safely against his right shoulder as he sat on a wooden box, waiting.

The sound of approaching footsteps then broke the silence and he turned his head to the sound.

“Everyone is ready, Shinji.”

Shinji stood up from his box and nodded. “It's been coming for months now, might as well just reply to the invitation. Right, Kensei?”

Kensei watched how Shinji passed him by and held him back with an arm on his shoulder. “You've been awfully quiet about this, Shinji. The troops have noticed it as well.”

Shinji smiled a little and turned around again. “As long as we can hold them back long enough, there's no need to worry.”

“That bad, huh?” The silver haired Vaizard whispered, crossing his naked arms over his chest.

“What do you mean?”

Kensei sighed, “I wasn't born yesterday; I know trouble when it presents itself. Especially when you're trying to be so casual about it.”

“Would you prefer me telling you that we're all going to die?” Shinji spoke softly before chuckling at his companion's paled complexion.

He walked out of the small room he had found his refuge in and stepped out onto the grand hall where the rest of the gang was grouped. All of them had their Zanpakutos battle-ready and serious expressions on their faces.

Shinji looked at them, one at a time, and smiled at each and everyone of them.

“I'm not going to lie.” He started, “What we are about to face out there may well be the last battle we share as the group that we are.”

“He's emptying Hueco Mundo…” Love whispered, looking at the window high up against the ceiling. He then grinned, “It's going to be one hell of a battle indeed.”

“Let him,” Lisa spoke, looking at her blade, “We've kicked his ass before, we can do it again.”

“Yea, tell him Lisa-chan!” Mashiro cheered happily.

“Any word on the new set of Espadas Aizen supposedly created?” Rose asked.

Shinji shook his head and turned to Hachigen and Hiyori, the only ones who hadn't said a word yet. “Hachi?”

The large Vaizard bowed, “Inevitable as this fight is, I have no other words to add to what already has been said. I'll follow you, Shinji and aid to the best of my abilities.”

Shinji bowed his head in turn and then looked at Hiyori who was looking away from him with her arms crossed over her chest. “Hi—”

“Ah enough with the crappy mushy stuff already!” She said with a scowl, still not looking at him. “You just make sure you don't die before the rest of us, dickface!”

She walked away with that and all had a tender expression on their face as they watched her go.

“She's never been too good at explaining how she truly felt…” Rose commented, beginning to walk towards the exit of the hangar.

“What do you expect, she's still a little girl.” Kensei added, folding his arms behind his head and following the blonde Vaizard. “Hardly a woman.”

“And you think you know a woman when you see one?” Love joked, chuckling as Mashiro jumped on his back.

“Kensei-tan hasn't had a woman yet?” She asked innocently, her big eyes ogling him questioningly.

“Ack— What?!” Kensei cried out, blushing furiously. “What has that to do with anything?!”

“Maybe I can lend you of my magazines, so you can get started.” Lisa said, following the rest towards the exit.

“Urusai! I never asked for them!”

“I never said you did, I just wanted to help you out.”

“DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED THAT SORT OF HELP?”

“Hey, I wouldn't be asking if you weren't…”

“That's it, draw your sword, right here, right now you little bitch! I'm gonna show you how NOT needed your help is!”

Shinji sighed and looked up at Hachi who was the only one still standing next to him. “It seems like this day has gotten even longer already…”

“We're not even noon yet…” Hachi replied, mentally sweatdropping at his friends' childish behaviour.

“And it's not going to get better anytime soon.” Shinji whispered, noting how the skies outside the windows seemed to get darker.

 

 

The double shoji doors of the Senkaimon opened themselves soon after they had appeared in the garden behind the Urahara Shoten.

“Rukia.”

Rukia looked up from her lying position on a stretcher carried by Shuhei and Ikkaku and saw Ichigo standing near her. “Ichigo.”

“Until next time, alright?”

She smiled and nodded, “Until next time.”

“You too, Renji.” Ichigo spoke to the Vice-Captain standing next to Rukia, stretching out his hand.

Renji took it and pulled him close for a fraternal shoulder tap. “Don't die on us before we see you again.”

Ichigo smirked, “As long as you take good care of her.”

Renji grinned back and gave a short nod. “Sure thing.”

Yoruichi stepped up to the trio and crossed her arms over her chest. “I'm coming with you. Soul Society awaits your return and will need all the strength we can give it.”

Both Renji and Rukia nodded resolutely.

“Heal quickly,” Ichigo said with a gentle expression on his face towards his friends.

“You too, Ichigo,” Rukia whispered back before she was carried over to the Senkaimon. Renji smiled at him a last time and then turned, he too ready to go back.

Then, suddenly, an upraise in spiritual force was felt by all of them and before everyone realized it fully, a flash of light blue lightening crashed down on the still opened Gate, blowing everyone back and away from it.

A large hand then emerged from the spot where the Gate still was and reached around itself, groping on the nearby trees and walls of the Serene Garden.

Uryuu and Chad came running out of the house, horrified by the scene displayed in front of them. “What the hell?!”

“Ishida, duck!” Chad yelled, pushing Uryuu down on the wooden porch and out of the way of a massive bolt of Spiritual Energy that came flying their way.

“Howl, Benihime!”

“Sit upon the frozen heavens, Hyourinmaru!”

A crescent-shaped blade attached to a chain lashed out towards the enormous hand and attached itself on its wrist, from where it immediately began to grow ice until shattering the hand a moment later.

An eerie howl was heard coming from within the gate and another moment later a wall of red light was sent through it, after which the howling abruptly ended.

The blue light that had seemed to envelop the Senkaimon disappeared short after and the Gate closed itself again, disappearing into the void.

Ichigo sat up from his spot on the grass next to Renji and looked around to check if everyone was alright. “What the hell was that?!”

Urahara stepped off the porch, soon followed by Toushiro, Rangiku and Gin and helped Yoruichi back on her feet. “The pathway between worlds is being guarded.”

“We should've seen it coming sooner…” The young Captain whispered, now taking out his Soul Pager. “As expected; we've been cut off. There's no signal whatsoever.”

“What was that light?” Uryuu asked, on his feet again, “It seemed to block whatever it was that was trying to get through.”

Urahara looked up at the sky and closed his eyes. “She did it, with help.”

Ichigo moved himself on his feet and stepped up to him, “Urahara-san, you mean Orihime?”

“Why would she do that?” Rukia asked sceptically, sitting up now, but holding a hand over the wound she still hand on her stomach. “She tried to kill us only yesterday!”

“No,” Rangiku intervened, “Not that Orihime, I think they mean our Orihime-chan.”

“Urahara, you mean to say that Orihime has gained back control of her Spirit body?” Renji exclaimed, taking Rukia in his arms.

“She has,” Ichigo answered, silencing everyone. “We met again last night.”

Toushiro narrowed his eyelids and watched the former Captain intently. “You said she had help.”

“Yes,” Urahara said, still looking at the skies, “She had.”

I tear created itself in the sky above their heads and everyone stood watching it in shock.

Two familiar faces revealed themselves as the sky continued to tear itself open and all gasped in surprise at the couple standing up in the air.

“Yo, what's all your shitty expressions for?!”

Urahara turned to the couple, “She had help from him.”

Ichigo couldn't believe what he was seeing.

“Grimmjow Jaggerjack?!”

 

 

 

Kyaa… Happy New year everyone! -dodges any flying projectiles aimed her way- Gomen nasai! The wait was long and this chapter is but a filler and extremely short, I know! Still, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I like to think of it as the last moment of calm before the raging storm that's coming up...

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Upcoming Chapter: Raging Apocalypse - The culmination of madness

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