Граф Орлов
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"I knew it. You shouldn't play games with spirits. You shouldn't rely on the help of unknown entities."
The samurai collapses onto the sand, no longer surprised that he doesn't feel the ground beneath him, and surveys the unfamiliar terrain with an apathetic gaze. The weaknesses of the flesh have long since lost their power over him, but the magical whims and chaotic wanderings of the past few days make him feel mortally tired. He doesn't even have the strength for reflection; the absurd and undeserved victory over the second apostle did not bring him the satisfaction he expected. Well, there's only one left. He is alone, one apostle, one chance to complete the task, and no more aimless wandering through the desert. Now, Kenshiro will act according to his own plan.
Revived by the anticipation of a chance to put his weapon to use, the spectral samurai hurries after Tyros's trail.
The samurai collapses onto the sand, no longer surprised that he doesn't feel the ground beneath him, and surveys the unfamiliar terrain with an apathetic gaze. The weaknesses of the flesh have long since lost their power over him, but the magical whims and chaotic wanderings of the past few days make him feel mortally tired. He doesn't even have the strength for reflection; the absurd and undeserved victory over the second apostle did not bring him the satisfaction he expected. Well, there's only one left. He is alone, one apostle, one chance to complete the task, and no more aimless wandering through the desert. Now, Kenshiro will act according to his own plan.
Revived by the anticipation of a chance to put his weapon to use, the spectral samurai hurries after Tyros's trail.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers