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Project Origin: Echoes of the Crystal Sea

The air in the clearing was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient parchment. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on a jagged, scorched hole in the reality between worlds. In his hand, he gripped the frayed edge of what remained of a legendary artifact. ​The Fragment of Meridian ​"This wasn't just some decorative tapestry," Vegeta grunted, his voice tight with uncharacteristic gravity. He turned to the mismatched group gathered around him: Will Vandom , Sailor Moon , Goku , and Leaf . ​"This was once part of a great map hanging on Prince Phobos’s wall," he explained, gesturing to the void. "But a dark warrior ripped off a crucial piece of the map and escaped to our world. Without that section, the ley lines are severed. The boundaries between your realms and mine are dissolving." ​Will gripped the Heart of Kandrakar, its pink glow pulsing nervously. "So that’s why the portals are acting up. If Phobos’s map is incomplete, Meri...

Duelist Kingdom: The King of Meridian and Frozen Souls

The air in the clearing was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient parchment. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on a jagged, scorched hole in the reality between worlds. In his hand, he gripped the frayed edge of what remained of a legendary artifact. ​The Fragment of Meridian ​"This wasn't just some decorative tapestry," Vegeta grunted, his voice tight with uncharacteristic gravity. He turned to the mismatched group gathered around him: Will Vandom , Sailor Moon , Goku , and Leaf . ​"This was once part of a great map hanging on Prince Phobos’s wall," he explained, gesturing to the void. "But a dark warrior ripped off a crucial piece of the map and escaped to our world. Without that section, the ley lines are severed. The boundaries between your realms and mine are dissolving." ​Will gripped the Heart of Kandrakar, its pink glow pulsing nervously. "So that’s why the portals are acting up. If Phobos’s map is incomplete, Meridian...

The Belt of Destiny: Petals of the Kisseian Bloom

The air in the Kingdom of Jugpot hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and something far more cloying—the magical essence of the dark wizard Babidi. Maxamillion Pegasus stood at the edge of the royal gardens, his signature silver hair catching the dim light. Before him lay a sprawling labyrinth of crystalline roses, their petals shimmering with a sinister, pulsing violet glow. Behind him stood the remains of his unexpected vanguard: Klonoa, Sailor Moon, Leaf, Yugi Muto, Goku, and Ruby Moon. But they weren't standing tall. They were frozen, encased in translucent amber vines that sprouted from the very soil Pegasus was treading upon. The Ultimatum "Such a coward," Pegasus purred, his voice dripping with a theatrical disdain that masked a sharper edge. "You abandoned your friends to save yourself when Babidi’s shadow first crept over the gate. Now, you return to play the hero?" He stepped closer to a particularly fragile-looking bloom, his gloved hand hovering i...

Malice of the Void: The Nightmare Descent and the Four Kings of Heaven Post Hardcore Type Beat

The canopy above didn't just block the sun; it seemed to drink the very concept of light. Underneath the skeletal branches of the Dark Forest, the air tasted of wet iron and ancient dust. Jasmine, Princess of the Forest, gripped her staff until her knuckles turned white. She led the small, mismatched group deeper into the thicket, her eyes darting toward the silence where birdsong should have been. "I've never seen a place as dark as this," Ash Ketchum whispered, his hand resting protectively on Pikachu’s head. The electric mouse didn't spark; his cheeks merely flickered with a dull, suppressed yellow glow. "That’s why they call it The Dark," Jasmine replied, her voice barely a tremor. "We are venturing into a part of the forest even the birds won’t fly through. An evil dwells here... an old and wicked Evil." The Convergence As they reached a clearing where the trees grew in twisted, agonizing spirals, the ground began to vibrate. Above them, t...

Shadow Lord: Requiem for the Chasm of Dreams

The history of Deltora was written in the steady glow of the Seven Gems. For centuries, the Topaz, Ruby, Opal, Lapis Lazuli, Emerald, Amethyst, and Diamond had pulsed with a collective light that held the Shadow Lord at bay. Life had not always been this way; there was a time when the kingdom knew peace and prosperity, and all seven tribes lived in harmony under the gems' protection. Then, the Shadow Lord’s greedy eye turned toward the kingdom, and the belt was shattered. The Arrival of Raizen Into this fractured world stepped a man named Raizen. He claimed to be a savior, a wanderer from the outer lands with the strength to push back the Grey Guards. But as Lief stood in the flickering torchlight of a rebel hideout, watching Raizen sharpen a blade that seemed to drink the light around it, a cold shiver traced his spine. "I sensed it the moment we met," Lief whispered to Jasmine and Barda. "There’s something dangerous about him." "He’s a warrior, Lief,...

Echoes of the Starry Sky- The Maiden, the Pegasus, Belt Of Deltora and The Lost Dreamer

The swirling mists of the Lunar Frontier didn't care for the laws of physics or the boundaries of different worlds. Standing on the balcony of the Moon Kingdom’s Silver Millennium, a "motley crew" if there ever was one, watched the stars flicker like dying embers. ​ Queen Serenity stood tall, her presence radiating a calm silver light that defied the encroaching shadows. She turned to the three men standing before her, her expression grave. ​"Time has passed swiftly as I have awaited for you to fulfill your promises," she said, her voice echoing with the weight of centuries. "They say I wait in vain. But I believe in the threads that bind your fates to this kingdom." ​The Call to the Dream Castle ​A shimmering rift opened in the center of the terrace. From it emerged a figure draped in lunar silk— Princess Kaguya , the celestial exile. She looked directly at the unconventional trio: the hot-headed Spirit Detective, the icy Dog Demon, and the clums...

Beyond the Looking Glass: The Lunar Queen and the Void Post Hardcore Type Beat

The silver spires of the Moon Kingdom didn't crumble—they liquefied under the violet heat of Babidi’s sorcery. A thousand years ago, Queen Serenity stood upon the Observation Deck, watching the Earth hang like a fragile marble in the void. Behind her, the Mega Force—a chaotic, swirling energy siphoned from the hearts of dying stars—tore through her elite guard. Babidi, a spindly creature with eyes full of ancient malice, cackled as he steered his monolithic ship into the lunar crust. "The light of the Moon belongs to me now, Queen!" Babidi shrieked, his voice echoing through the telepathic link he used to enslave the weak-willed. Serenity knew she couldn't win this day. With a heavy heart, she activated the Stellar Cradle. "Go," she whispered to the sleeping children encased in glass pods. "To the future, to the Blue Planet. Grow strong. Be safe." The Awakening: Neo-Tokyo, 2026 The transition wasn't supposed to be violent, but history has a way...

Sage of the North: The Ghost Summoner and the Rise of King Yomi The Journey Trail Album Outro

The dimensional rift didn’t open with a bang, but with the shimmering, cherry-blossom scent of Sakura Avalon’s magic. Standing in the center of a grassy clearing in Narnia, Sakura gripped her Star Staff, her eyes wide. Beside her, Haru Glory rested the massive Decaforce Sword on his shoulder. "Plue, I don't think we're in Garage Island anymore," he muttered as his strange little dog-creature shivered. "You think?" A voice crackled with static energy. Yusuke Urameshi leaned against a nearby oak, his green spirit jacket frayed at the sleeves. "I was halfway through a bowl of ramen when the sky turned pink. If this is a demon plot, someone’s getting a Spirit Gun to the face." The Gathering of Kings Their conversation was cut short by the thundering of hooves. Two figures on horseback charged into the clearing, swords drawn. High King Peter Pevensie and Prince Caspian skidded to a halt. Peter looked regal in his silver hauberk, his gaze stern but weary...

Dragon Runes: The River Styx and the Heart of Light

The air in Xanadu was not just thick; it was syrupy. It tasted of ozone, ancient cedar, and the copper tang of something dying. Above the "stately treasure dome" decreed by the ancestors, the sky didn't just hang—it pulsed. ​The sacred river Styx roared beneath them, carving through caverns so vast they felt like the throat of a god, emptying eventually into the deceptive peace of the sunlit sea. But no one was looking at the water. They were looking at the Demon Insects . ​They descended in undulating clouds, their iridescent wings humming a discordant note that set teeth on edge. They didn't just fly; they frenzied, drawn to the dome’s energy like sharks to an open wound. ​The Vanguard of the Storm ​Hei adjusted his mask, his dark eyes tracking the swarm. Beside him, the group was a patchwork of worlds and wills: ​ Yusuke Urameshi: He was already cracking his knuckles, a faint blue spark of Spirit Reflection energy dancing between his fingers. He looked bored...

NEON TARNISHED: THUNDER IN THE SOOT-STAINED RIFT Progressive Rock Type Beat

The Golden Age of Narnia was a time of overlapping worlds, where the borders between the Dancing Lawn and the fractured "Lands Between" grew thin. Under the reign of High King Peter, Cair Paravel saw visitors from realms that defied the maps of even the oldest Dryads. The Meeting at the Jagged Border Young Jak, a boy with eyes perpetually fixed on the Frostmarch to the North, stood at the edge of the Shivering Woods. He wasn't alone. Beside him stood Haru Glory, the Rave Master, his oversized sword wrapped in cloth, and Edmund Penvensie, who had been dispatched by his brother to investigate reports of strange "abominations" bleeding into Narnia's northern frontier. A man with slicked-back hair and a green spirit-jacket stepped out from the shadows of a weathered monolith. It was Yusuke Urameshi. "You two are from Big Smoke, right?" Yusuke asked, his thumb hitching toward the hazy, industrial horizon visible through a dimensional rift. He looked at ...

Dragon Flies: Legend of the Crystal Style — Awakening of the Time Guard Progressive Rock Type Beat

The chronometer on my wrist hummed, a low-frequency vibration that signaled a hairline fracture in the causality of this dimension. As a Time Guard, my existence is defined by a singular, heavy burden: ensuring the "now" doesn't become "never." Most threats are simple—rogue chronomancers or accidental paradoxes. But today, the sensors were screaming a name that sent a chill through the vacuum of the temporal void: Etherium. The Convergence I tracked the disturbance to a jagged mountain pass where an unlikely fellowship had been trekking for weeks. They were a strange ripple in the tapestry of time, pulled from different eras and worlds, bound by a singular, desperate quest. Haru and Spyro led the vanguard, the dragon’s purple scales shimmering against the harsh sun. Prince Caspian walked with a navigator’s focus, his hand never far from his blade. Yusuke Urameshi brought up the rear, his Spirit Gun hand twitching with a restless energy. "We've been thro...

Mysterious Dreams: The Legend of the Shadow Stones and the King’s Rebirth

The sky over the Lantern Waste didn’t just darken; it fractured. Veins of violet and gold tore through the clouds as Sakura Avalon raised her star-tipped baton. Her voice rang out, steady despite the unnatural chill seeping through the Narnian pines. "I call on the power of the celestial spirits! Divine water, wood, earth, thunder, and lightning abound! Gather and grant me knowledge... release your light!" A pillar of pure etheric energy slammed into the snow, revealing three figures standing before the Great Lion himself. Aslan’s mane seemed to glow with the rhythm of the universe. "The spirits tell me you have been summoned here to Narnia by the woman in your dreams," Aslan said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in their very bones. "I knew you were here," Yusuke Urameshi muttered, cracking his knuckles as he adjusted to the crisp air. He glanced over at a skeptical-looking boy in a tunic. "But Edmund over here didn't believe it. Said things...

Dragon Wings: Chronicles of the City of Giants Progressive Rock Type Beat

The air in the Crystal Palace of the Moon Kingdom didn’t just grow cold; it grew brittle, as if the very atoms were freezing in fear. "For every age, there is a time of trial," the Sage whispered, his voice like dry parchment. "Even the mountains had to endure the lash of primordial gales before they could become the steady earth beneath us. I have seen many winters, but only one Great Ordeal that forged a Champion for All Time." The Shadow of Avlar High above the lunar plains, within the jagged spires of her dark fortress, Queen Beryl of Avlar threw back her head. Her laughter was a jagged blade. "I am tired of resistance! I am going to create a monster to end all monsters!" she cackled, her eyes burning with an unholy amethyst light. She looked down at the ritual circle, where six figures stood—displaced, confused, yet radiating a power that made her skin crawl. The Gathering of Six Yugi Muto stepped forward, his hand instinctively hovering over the Mill...

Gundam Fighter: Relics of the Shadow Realm – Avalon’s Descent

The neon lights of Neo-Tokyo flickered, casting long, jagged shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. Inspector Kurama adjusted his collar, looking at the strange, humming brass cylinder tucked into the alleyway. "Look at that," he muttered, gesturing with a gloved hand. "Is that a cooling device? Or another piece of junk left over from the skirmish?" His partner, a weary veteran of the Intergalactic Police, sighed. "You know these fights have totally ruined this town, Inspector. The collateral damage from the mobile suits alone has bankrupt the city three times over." "Yeah," Kurama replied, his voice bitter. "But this has been happening for sixty years now. What’s the big idea? The colonies don’t care about Earth. To them, we're just a convenient backyard for their grudge matches. These are the times we live in." Inside the dimly lit Spirit World Command Center, the atmosphere was far more dire. Koenma, sitting atop his high-back...

Luna-Cry: The Dragon Rises on Lyric Continent Progressive Rock Type Beat

The sky over the Temple of Souls was not the blue of a calm morning, but the bruised purple of an oncoming storm. Ignitus stood amidst the cooling embers of the dragon nursery, his scales soot-stained and heavy. He looked upon the three warriors who had fallen into this realm through a rift of shimmering starlight—strangers to this world, yet bound to its fate. The Prophecy and the Ruin "In the Year of the Dragon," Ignitus began, his voice like grinding stone, "we awaited the birth of the Purple Dragon. The prophet spoke of a savior who would bridge the realms. But the Dark Master, Malefor, heard the whispers too. I should have hidden the eggs long before... but I thought we were ready. I thought the Temple was an unbreakable fortress." He looked at the shattered pedestals where the eggs once rested. "Oh, how I was wrong." The Travelers from Beyond Standing before the Great Dragon were three men who looked as though they belonged to different histories ent...

CELESTIAL SIGNS: The Dragon Inside

The dust of the wasteland swirled between them, tasting of salt and ancient magic. Yusuke Urameshi wiped a streak of grime from his cheek, his breathing heavy, his signature green spirit energy flickering like a dying candle. ​The Breaking Point ​"I want to know what is happening!" Yusuke’s voice cracked, echoing off the jagged rock formations. "I’ve done what you asked of me and followed your path!" ​The wind howled, but it didn't drown out the cold, sharp tone of the man standing across from him. Jagen of the Oracion 6 didn't move an inch, his cape fluttering like a raven's wing. ​"Yes," Jagen interjected, his eyes narrowed with a piercing intensity. "But you will have to find your own path. And you are not ready." ​Yusuke slumped, the weight of a dozen lifetimes hitting him at once. He looked at his hands—the same hands that had punched through the limits of humanity. ​"It just hit me... I don't know what I am fight...

Legend of the Silver Frost: Gaul the Sage and the Doryus Strike Force

The sky over Narnia didn’t hold its usual crystalline blue; instead, it was choked with a bruised purple haze that smelled of ozone and ancient malice. High King Peter Pevensie stood atop a jagged ridge, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of Rhindon. Beside him, Yusuke Urameshi leaned back against a rock, his spirit energy flickering like a dying neon sign. "We’re out of time, Peter," Yusuke muttered, spitting a bit of blood to the side. "The portal is closing. If we don't move now, we're stuck in this storybook nightmare for good." Musica stepped forward, the Silver Ray humming in his hand as it shifted forms, responding to his rising resolve. He looked at the two leaders, his expression grim. "I promised Haru I would keep you guys safe," Musica said, his voice cutting through the distant clash of steel. "But that doesn't mean I can't stay behind and help." "We can't leave these people to fend for themselves,...

Symphonia Castle Gate: The King of Wood and the Crimson Sage Progressive Rock Type Beat

The silver expanse of the Silent Tundra stretched out like a frozen mirror, reflecting nothing but a sky the color of bruised steel. Musica , leader of the Silver Rhythm Gang, adjusted his coat and gripped his instrument-turned-weapon, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life. ​"There’s nothing here," he muttered, his voice cracking the heavy silence. "Did we waste our time?" ​He turned to his companions. Haru Glory , the Rave Master, stood with the Decaforce Sword planted in the snow, his expression unreadable. Beside him, Let the Dragon Warrior crossed his arms, his golden eyes narrowed as if trying to pierce through the very atoms of the air. High King Peter of Narnia stood between them, his hand resting on the pommel of Rhindon, looking every bit the sovereign even in this wasteland. ​"It all looks the same," Musica continued, gesturing vaguely at the white void. "How do we even know what direction to go in? There isn't even a r...

The Hunter: Blood Omen of Mary Ruth & The Ruby Moon Progressive Rock Type Beat

The air on Barbara Island was thick with the scent of salt and ancient ozone. In the heart of Mary Ruth, the city was draped in banners celebrating the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Great Peace—the day the fires of the old war were finally quenched. But for those gathered in the ruins of the Old Citadel, the festivities felt like a funeral shroud. ​"It all started twenty-five years ago," began Gale Raregrove, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the sea met the smog. "We knew the people needed help, so we formed the Shadow Guard. We were meant to be the shield in the dark." ​Gale, known to many as King , let out a sharp, bitter laugh as he turned to the group. "They weren't always as corrupt as they are now," he interjected, his voice heavy with the weight of leadership gone sour. "Power has a way of rotting the hand that holds it." ​Across the chamber, a sudden ripple of violet light shimmered and faded. Ruby Moon slumped against a ston...

Ancient Dragon Legend: Mysterious Dreams of the Ruin City Progressive Rock Type Beat

The air in the subterranean cavern was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. Above them, the weight of the "Ruined City" pressed down, miles of stone and forgotten history separating them from the sky. "Stand back, Haru and Yusuke! Let me show you what a dragon trained in the ancient ways can do!" Jagen announced, his voice echoing like grinding tectonic plates. As the horde of obsidian-skinned monsters surged from the shadows, Jagen didn’t just breathe fire; he wove it. Golden flames spiraled from his maw, forming a protective barrier that hummed with a rhythmic, pulsing heat. The Weight of the Earth "We’re never getting back," Yusuke muttered, his knuckles white as he gripped his blade. "We’re buried here—deep as deep in the earth. This isn't a quest; it's a tomb." "We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be," Eustace countered, checking a compass that spun wildly. "Aslan said the path to the core lies beneath the...

Wheel of Light: Legend of the Pegasus on Dark Island Progressive Rock Type Beat

The sky over the Great Sea was no longer blue; it had bruised into a deep, swirling indigo, dominated by the Wheel of Light. It turned slowly, a massive halo of amber and gold that pulsed with a rhythmic, hypnotic hum. It looked warm—inviting, even—like the glow of a hearth on a winter night. "It feels... just like a dream," Ryoko whispered. Her eyes were glazed, reflecting the golden spokes. While the others—Hiei, Yusuke, and the rest of the weary travelers—struggled to keep their footing on the deck of their battered ship, Ryoko began to float. Her boots left the wood, and she drifted upward toward the Wheel, her expression one of blissful detachment. She was slipping away from the waking world, drawn into the sweet, silent pull of the light. The Witch's Wrath "Dream time will soon be over!" a jagged, screeching voice shattered the calm. From the prow of a black-sailed vessel nearby, Yugi, the Wicked Witch of Jirai, stood tall. She wasn't the hero of legen...

Caspian: The Precursor Prophecy — Ripto’s Final Rage Album Into

The salt air still clung to my cloak, a stinging reminder of the Edge of the World. I have spent my life chasing ghosts, haunted by the same questions that drove my father and his father before him into early graves. Who were the Precursors? Why did they litter our crust of a planet with those silent, screaming monoliths? And why, at the height of their power, did they simply vanish into the ether? ​I found the eggs. Deep in the Forgotten Realms, nestled in the ribs of a decaying titan, they pulsed with a dull, rhythmic amber light. But they were too heavy—dense with the weight of a thousand lost suns. I couldn't bring them back. Not alone. ​I stood now in the heart of the Citadel, my hand resting instinctively on the hilt of my blade. My journey across the churning seas with Tenchi, Jak, Haru Glory, and the short-tempered Yusuke Urameshi had changed me. It had forged a steel in my spine that wasn't there before. ​"If you've brought me here to talk of overthrowing t...

Symphonia: Cyber Marionette — The Road to Dawn Album Outro

The dimensional rift didn’t open with a bang, but with the annoying sound of a static-filled radio. In a swirl of cherry blossoms, spirit energy, and starlight, five strangers found themselves standing in the center of a desolate, floating island suspended in a violet nebula. The Meet-and-Greet Yusuke Urameshi was the first to speak, shoving his hands into his green jumpsuit pockets. "Great. Another 'save the world' gig? I was halfway through a bowl of ramen." "At least you were eating," Sasuke Uchiha muttered, his Rinnegan scanning the perimeter with cold precision. "I was in the middle of a border patrol. Who are you people? If this is a Genjutsu, it’s a poor one." Tenchi Masaki held up his hands pacifically, looking like he’d rather be back at the Masaki shrine pulling weeds. "Whoa, take it easy. I’m Tenchi. I think... I think we’re in a fold in space-time. This happens more often than I’d like." "It’s almost like a Clow Card'...

Queen Tsunami: The Resurrection of Preventer Wind

The barrier between realities didn’t shatter; it dissolved like salt in water. Four souls, each a pillar of their own timeline, found themselves standing upon a platform of pure, white marble floating in a sea of shifting nebulae. The Gathering of Blades Sora was the first to move, his oversized boots squeaking on the pristine floor. He summoned the Kingdom Key in a flash of light, his eyes darting around with a mixture of wariness and habitual optimism. "Okay," Sora muttered, "not the World That Never Was. Too... sparkly." "I’d put away the giant key if I were you," a calm, commanding voice rang out. Standing near the edge of the platform was Zechs Marquis. His tall, silver-masked figure was draped in a crimson uniform, his hand resting casually but firmly on the hilt of a rapier. Behind him, the ghost-white silhouette of the Tallgeese seemed to shimmer in the astral mist. "In a place this quiet, aggression is a loud signal." Across from them, a...

Kingdom Hearts: The Shadow Stones & The Soul Dew Prophecy

The air in the Vale of Altimar was thick with the scent of jasmine and the kind of unnatural stillness that precedes a storm. Shiba leaned against a weathered stone railing, looking out over the valley where two colossal statues of dragons carved from obsidian and pearl towered over the landscape. ​"Fifty years ago," Shiba began, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper, "the power of the Light faced the malicious forces of the Dark in a final confrontation. Everything rested on the remaining elements of hope and salvation: the Rave Stones ." ​He gestured toward the distant horizon, where the sky seemed a shade too gray. "But it was the Shadow Stones that triggered the war. They corrupted the hearts of kings and turned brothers against each other." ​Haru Glory tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, the Rave Stone embedded in it glowing with a faint, sympathetic warmth. Beside him, Sakura Avalon clutched her star-topped staff, her eyes wide as she...

Raizen: The Prisoner of Ruby Moon Post Hardcore Type Beat

The rain lashed down in the Realm of Darkness, a cold, oppressive weight that seemed to soak into the very soul. Sesshomaru stood motionless, his white mokomoko fluttering in the gale. Beside him, the ethereal Yue and the stoic Siegheart watched the horizon with wary eyes. ​The Fading Light ​"Oh no... she’s used up all her power again," Yue whispered, his silver hair clinging to his face. He looked down at the unconscious form of the young priestess at their feet. Her spiritual aura, usually a vibrant flame, was now nothing more than a flickering ember. ​Sesshomaru shifted his gaze toward the churning, obsidian clouds. "I wish we knew why all these mysterious things were happening," he said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the thunder. "The boundaries between worlds are thinning, and the scent of decay is everywhere." ​Suddenly, a streak of crimson light tore through the gloom. Ruby Moon landed gracefully atop a jagged spire of rock, her wings...

Yu-Gi-Oh! Dark Memories: Symphonia of the Duelist Kingdom Post Hardcore Type Beat

The multiversal rift didn’t look like much—just a shimmering, jagged tear in the air of a back alley in Nowhere—but it had managed to pull four very different souls into its orbit. Yusuke Urameshi was the first to lose his patience. He leaned against a brick wall, his green spirit jacket dusty but intact. "Look, I don’t care if you’re a prince or a glorified magician," he muttered, thumbing toward Prince Phobos, who stood several feet away looking disgusted by the sheer 'commonness' of the alleyway. "If you don't stop talking about your 'divine right' to rule this dump, I’m gonna fire a Spirit Gun into your crown." Phobos smoothed his long, ornate robes, his eyes narrowing. "You speak to a ruler of Meridian, boy. Your lack of decorum is only matched by the absurdity of that spiky hair." "Wait, let's just calm down!" Haru Glory stepped between them, the massive Ten Commandments sword strapped to his back. He looked between ...