~~Quiizz~~
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As ancient passages read, not even Gibbles could withstand its sheer power:
"In the last hour of the clash, when ash lay thick upon the ground and the air was sore with dread, the katana Yamigarasu was drawn forth. Purple was its blade, as if twilight night itself had been hammered into steel, and a fell whisper clung to its edge. It was said among the wise that this sword could slay not only the living, but even Hell itself, should such a doom be given form.
Then came Gibbles, skulking and cruel, bloated with malice and false triumph. He laughed, for he had outlived fire and shadow, and thought himself beyond all endings. Yet when Yamigarasu flashed, the world seemed to hold its breath.
One stroke only was given.
The blade passed, silent as a raven’s wing, and Gibbles knew death before pain. His form split asunder, not by wound alone, but by unmaking: his spirit was cut from its root, cast down into nothing, where no echo of his name might endure. Thus Gibbles fell, and even Hell had no claim upon him thereafter.
And Yamigarasu drank the darkness, and was still."
Countdown: 48 hours
Reset: 24 hours
As ancient passages read, not even Gibbles could withstand its sheer power:
"In the last hour of the clash, when ash lay thick upon the ground and the air was sore with dread, the katana Yamigarasu was drawn forth. Purple was its blade, as if twilight night itself had been hammered into steel, and a fell whisper clung to its edge. It was said among the wise that this sword could slay not only the living, but even Hell itself, should such a doom be given form.
Then came Gibbles, skulking and cruel, bloated with malice and false triumph. He laughed, for he had outlived fire and shadow, and thought himself beyond all endings. Yet when Yamigarasu flashed, the world seemed to hold its breath.
One stroke only was given.
The blade passed, silent as a raven’s wing, and Gibbles knew death before pain. His form split asunder, not by wound alone, but by unmaking: his spirit was cut from its root, cast down into nothing, where no echo of his name might endure. Thus Gibbles fell, and even Hell had no claim upon him thereafter.
And Yamigarasu drank the darkness, and was still."
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