FOR THOSE WE HAVE LOST | FRAY'S PALACE

[bloodweapon]

Welcome to the Vault. Let your judgment begin.
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[beautifulknight]

[ Fray has risen again back to full health, right before their very eyes. But, Argenti himself doesn't even feel deterred in the slightest - The Dark Knight had already proclaimed his words, his question before all of this...asking about their limits. He has already fought so many times before, when he was against a myriad opponents, when there seemed no end.

This seems to be the same.

But, he doesn't tire.

He doesn't flinch, nor does he feel inclined to give in. In fact, once again, Argenti feels as if his will grows even stronger. He is compelled by every single part of him to continue to reach out, to never stop his efforts. Not for anything.

Not even if the world itself was on the brink of destruction; the words spoken like a broken record from a man who thinks he is a mere shadow of a man do not shake him. The lightning misses (1), but the Rage lingers, drives his words this time instead of leaving him aimless. ]

Be free from prison of your heart, dearest Fray!

You have heard everyone here, haven't you? Every single person that is here, fighting against you, stands with you.

You are no longer the shadow that sets upon guiding someone along their story.

You are the person who has met many who have come to cherish you, who have come to care for you as your own individual!

I know you are more than what you have convinced yourself to be! I shall sing it to you, I shall speak it to you, I shall show it you, even when you think that this is for naught.

Even when you think you are ill-deserving of it. Even when you've forgotten yourself, become mired and consumed deeply in despair. I will be there to remind you, and when needed, bring you to your senses with all that I have.

...So, I will come at you as many times as I must.

I'll never stop bearing my heart to you, reminding you of my love. Until you're back in my arms, and even then...I shall give to you such deep affection that will be nothing less than purely everlasting, and beautiful.

[ Argenti comes again at Fray, and he strikes at him again, this time, his large spear being aimed low (5, 11), barely hitting. But it is a movement aimed to try to trip him off-balance. ]