Ash-boss
The Curse of the Dusk Stone Ring: The thread of memory

Every night after getting 1 piece of his memory, Laras was always haunted by things he had never felt before. Starting from her being exposed to forbidden flower pollen powder, her encounter with a figure she cannot remember at all, and feel pain and anger at the same time when a piece of memory bursts into force.

Like this time, Laras suddenly shrieked in pain while holding his forehead which felt very painful.

"Is it okay?!" tanya Arashi who immediately memapah Laras to sit on a bench close to the main building of the campus.

Not giving any answer, Laras again felt such intense pressure on his head.

"Hold my hand?" A dark-black hand was stretched out under the gaze of Laras. The hand was stretched out without anyone having it.

"Who?" ask Laras in a situation that he does not know how to respond to the pain of what he feels.

"Gue Arashi." the young man replied casually without realizing there was another figure who was there other than the two of them.

"I can reduce the pain you feel right now. Just hold my hand."

Without caring anymore about anything, Laras placed one hand on the dark black palm. While one more hand is being held by Arashi to help Laras massage slightly the front of his head.

The bit of energy that Arashi channeled as Eren's figure instantly fused with the part of power that came out from behind the dark black palm. No one realized this, but it was Laras who felt the effects of the meeting of the two opposing but complementary forces.

For a moment filled with silence, Laras finally fell asleep leaning on the shoulder of Eren's figure. The figure of the supreme judge of the valley of death who brought the body and soul of the girl into another dimension. Enjoy meteor ash flakes and a sprinkling of stars that cross the two without permission.

"I really want you to remember me. But at the same time, if remembering me also evokes pain in you, it's good that you forget."

Not long after, the body had just been laid on his bed, Laras then opened his eyes slowly. He saw the gamang to all corners of the room. Ignoring the figure of Arashi who was only silent rigidly, Laras closed his eyes again and continued his sleep.

In his sleep, Laras is again dragged by a thread of memory coming out of the wine jug he chose when visiting the gray dimension.

In that thread of memory, a winged shadow figure wiped Laras's gaze and leaned the body against the stone slab nearby. Where a moment before Laras had just lifted a prohibition flower from the stone gap.

As soon as he noticed the figure flying beside him now, Laras recognized the figure as the Supreme Judge of the valley of death. The figure that in his mind once gave him a curse because of the thing he did not know what the reason was at all.

The figure crossed the Barrel. The barrel that had just been looking at the figure of itself was propped up on a stone slab deep beneath his feet.

The awoken barrel entered into the thread of memory, directly staring at the flying direction of the Supreme Judge. While the figure who realized the figure of Laras who followed him immediately moved cautiously. As fast as he could, he darted into the afterlife.

Continuing his war with all the chaos brought about by the shocks of nature due to the birth of new soul figures into the world.

The old souls who felt the intense pull instantly wriggled and broke through the lake of death realm to be able to steal a new soul for them to replace were born as humans.

"Throw where?" ask someone else who is opening a blue formation to form a circle to dispel and lock the wild souls consumed by darkness.

"Meet destiny." answered the supreme Judge of the valley of death. He lifted his light into his left corner. Where the figure of Laras seen watching from a distance.

The mood is not bad. Batin Laras who stood far away in the corner of the fight area.

"Where's the prayer?"

"Prohibited."

"Ada?" response of the other.

A figure very similar to the Aksara he met first with the figure of Arashi. Honestly speaking, Arashi's face and that of the supreme judge were just as poignant in Laras's memory. It made the girl feel a strange thing that she could not explain at all.

"Beautiful." said the figure of the Supreme Judge again continued his attack to dispel all souls who rose with brutality.

"Hey miss!" shouted one who was similar to Aksara. "If you can, help us seal them!"

"No. Thank you." replied Laras.

"Give up." replied the Supreme Judge.

The figure of the Supreme Judge gave off all of his strength combined with the power of an Aksara-like figure. Form a hexagon-shaped formation with different angular functions from each other.

The pressure that both of them put on already managed to get half more of those souls trapped and some were still able to escape.

Here, Laras who could not bear to see some brutal souls slashing freely began to unleash the power of his curse seal on the formation created by the two. Sprucing up his eyes, all the dark souls locked and sealed on the river of death.

The task of the figure of the Supreme Judge and the character-like figure in the mind of Laras now, has been completed. Leaving the atmosphere of the river that is so thick but looks very calm. The ripples of small waves that splashed along the side of the river made the atmosphere of the place to be felt in the beauty of nature in the dim.

"Is this your first time?"

"Hmm." answered Laras on the question of the Supreme Judge.

"You're too young to have such a serious facial expression" said the other.

"I don't care." replied Laras.

"But I care!" reply to the figure of the Supreme Judge who rose from his seat to approach Laras.

Prohibited flower pollen shimmered around the figure of the Supreme Judge. Leaving a very sad eye for the figure of the Supreme Judge against Laras.

"It's wrong!" said Laras who immediately disappeared from the presence of the two figures who in the end continued to shadow himself wherever and wherever.

The figure of Laras now returns to the figure of himself who was leaned on a stone slab on the other side of the valley. Looking back at the glass bottle that should contain a perfectly sealed forbidden flower.

But when he reached that place, he only found an empty glass bottle and his absence in the dimensions of the valley.

"I have to find him!" Laras was silent for a moment before finally taking another figure as his disguise to avoid the Supreme Court Judge and his friend who had been trying to pursue him.

Along the way Laras as an disguised figure walks through the interior of the forest and jumps from one dimension to another.

The more searching, the figure of Laras increasingly aware of something that goes erratically on his journey this time. Which should have been Laras in the dream world, but in the world where he saw himself, he had to get involved in it instead.

Laras stopped his steps when he saw a shadow coming out of the bushes on the side of the forest a valley with lily of valey flowers hanging onto the streets along the forest.

The barrel fell silent for a moment. Not afraid, but must be alert to all the possibilities that will arise from behind the bush.

A pair of hands crawled out, Laras then retreated a few steps as the body figure of the pair of hands gradually crawled out from the bushes.

The figure from the bushes stared tiredly, and Laras stared in disbelief. He saw the figure of himself who was in a state of chaos. Many leaves and cobwebs litter her body wrapped in a knee-length black dress.

"I survived" he said, falling unconscious in his own arms.

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