DUP!! Dup!! ...
Meleonarch's eyes were still closed within the unconscious body of the white Jormungand.
DUP!! Dup!! ...
Likewise, his breath, which had begun to calm down inside of a red bonded net of fiber.
DUP!! Dup!! ...
His shadow began to draw him back to a place not far in his memory.
DUP!! Dup!!
Then, along with the pounding of his heart.
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Awake Meleonarch, the first thing his eyes met was the red carpet. The carpet was as red as blood, which stretched so far behind him that it reached the corner of his dropped gaze.
"I knew this!" his feelings said, but also unable to grasp the current condition, his sense groping. His memory struggled to reconcile the situation. While the memory was so strong, as it was about to snatch consciousness from Meleonarch himself.
This, this coronation-like silence atmosphere and feel!
