It was an ordinary summer day in Riviera. The morning was as sunny and cheery as ever, the denizens of the lazy city starting to get to work. Yet high above what seemed like a nondescript, normal old cottage, there floated four divine artifacts. They shivered there, all in a rotating circle, before they burst outwards, scattering across in all directions at speeds the human eye could not perceive.
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Li arose with a start, his pale hand clutched at his chest. His fingers grasped at rough linen – the same shirt he always wore. His body was distinctively human, his once superhumanly sharp sense of touch dulled under layers of human bone, muscle, and skin.
