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After taking a few minutes to recover both emotionally and physically — much to his relief, Icetales realized that he could channel the soothing energy of Heal Bell once more — the two foxes marched toward the center, leaving behind that distorted space source of so much grief. They was more...

…Only a ghost. Yes, just as expected. That was nothing more than a twisted illusion created by whatever madness surrounded them. But by the great Jirachi, wasn’t Icetales’ entire body shivering, wracked by a myriad of emotions. How was he feeling about what had just transpired? Horrible...

Electricity and thunders filled the atmosphere, preluding an incoming bolt strike. However, those noises were instantly drowned by the echo of a sickening squelching sound. Time froze, then the surroundings quivered with a frenzy of dark waves and red pulses. Embedded into the daemon’s chest...

As soon as his fangs got ahold of the Soul Blade, Icetales felt an overwhelming surge of energy cutting through his body. A perpetually shifting pulse… it felt similar to Blacklight, in many senses, but it was not quite the same thing. He could tell that, as he was brimming with pure...

Another surge of lightning, another pained yowl, another glare of defiance. “I dare, because thou cannot be called a father!” snarled Icetales, trying to hold onto those chains. He couldn’t let go, otherwise… “I do not care if thou art just the replica of a psychopathic tyrant! I shall not...

Icetales winced when the dark bolt struck his body, which started twitching as the electricity coursed through his nervous system. He shivered so much that his tails started loosening their grip, but Keo’Keo wouldn’t let that happen. Physical darkness enveloped the host’s tails, giving him...

Icetales scowled at Father, causing his mane and eyes to flare up with shadow power. He didn’t need to look at himself to know that his body had shifted again — the darkness festering inside his spirit was an indicator of that already. “…This is what I am, yes. A daemon, a monster, a freak, an...

That scythe, that accursed scythe that could rip through even the sturdiest bodies and souls without any effort whatsoever. It was there, ready to slice through yet another victim. Icetales felt that. He felt the tip of the blade touching his skin. Adrenaline clouded his sight for a brief...

The vertigo that had assailed Icetales faded slowly, leaving behind only a mildly disoriented fox. A noxious miasma filled his nostrils, and he tried to rub his nose. It was then that he heard the metallic clangs, and he snapped back to the current reality. What?! W-where was he? Frantic eyes...