Deep within the darkest and most heavily guarded cell, a man lies down, sleeping on top of a stone bed. His body, although in deep slumber, was releasing a faint shade of golden light, a sign that the sacred sword was still protecting him.
Nobody can hurt him, and neither can they wake him up; all they can do is wait and see when he will open his eyes.
Deep within his dreams, a certain person was waving at him, a man he thought he had forgotten.
"Teacher... Apollo"
He called until a fragment of a long-lost memory came to him.
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"What are you doing? You are creating madness, Dominos!"
A voice full of rage filled my ears, along with glass shattering and objects clattering on the ground. I looked at the owner of the voice, and I saw a man who would always send shivers down my spine.
"Teacher.... listen, I can explain..."
"Enough erase everything now!"
He didn't even try to listen to me...
