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_Two days before the Perishing_ … “Are you there?” “…” “Kyofu?” “…” “KYOFU!!” “Excuse me?! I was reporting to the high inquisi- oh. It’s you.” Kyofu jolted from his sleep. The comforting yet lightheaded feeling of rest had washed away in the storm of an incoming…nuisance. He fixed his glowing, sickeningly pulsating, merciless aqua eyes upon the messenger who had so wrongfully shaken him awake. “Who goes to call the great wind or the North?” Kyofu let out a great “chaaaah” to summon the winds that swirled above the mountain head above the cavernous chasm glittering with diamonds where they stood - servant and master. A cold rush entered the passage. The looming white dragon of gale stood unmoving, his gaze fixed on the defiant faded scarlet dragon below him, so small, yet her confidence so strong. “Speak.” Kyofu rasped as he reached a claw and pointed at the messenger with a claw the length of five daggers. “I-I have news from the Twelve,” the dragon fumbled. “The rumor has spread that a disease is coming upon the Ark. They told me to tell you, sir…” she cleared her throat. “It might as well be a new era of the Plague. Sightings of red lump-like things are appearing everywhere in the Cavern of the Twelve, and they came so swiftly, growing in the first day as walnut sized lumps spewing tiny fireworks of red liquid…the dragonets thought they were fun to play around so-so they…they caught the disease and they spread it…red vines and oozing black tar are slowly polluting the rivers and injuring the dragons in the city. I had to warn you, sir…this could mean the end of most of us.” She bowed and crumpled to the floor, his confidence suddenly extinguished like a blazing fire being met with rushing water. Kyofu suddenly felt something snaking around his talons, entirely capturing his claws in its grasp. Perhaps it was the strong wind that was circling around them. “Interesting, interesting…” the looming gale slowed to a stop to be replaced by a light flurry of snow. Kyofu, the master of the North Wind, the Supreme Ruler of the city of Kitakaze, had never heard of such a thing. Anyhow…there must be a way to stop this such madness….why did he feel a sudden numbness in his talons? Was…this…the cold that was…doing this? He was never afraid of the cold, he was it’s ruler… “Warn the people…” Kyofu said, suddenly bursting out coughing. “Warn the city - we must not fall - spread the rumor - raise the walls…stay safe, my niece-“ And just after the gale finally realized who the messenger was, he collapsed into the red vines that surrounded him in its grasp, twining around him and tainting the whipping storm red. And so, the dragon, with a gasp, now known as one of the grand sages of Zen, Toro, fled to the city of Kitakaze to ring the bell of rebellion. Even though the citizens were up to fight the mysterious Plague and even as Toro relentlessly ran through the towns of Kitakaze to warn each and everyone, trying her best to fulfill her great uncle’s last wish, it was all too late. Too late, too late. 东风已落下了。 …
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