The End.

"We'll get to the end."



The whirl intensifies.



It's violent and terrible, and a storm begins.

It will not stop you.



The salvation of Dravenlor. The apples of age five. Skimming the second ocean...
You reflect every memory you cherish into your blade.



One swing. Before the storm truly begins, you'll sever the whirl and the Demon in one swing.



You swing is resisted by the billowing winds. Resisted, but not stopped. The blade makes its way to the center.



And stops there.



You press the blade. You'll destroy this wind yet.

Tendrils of the whirlwind fly outwards.

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Spoiler shit man, I can't tell what the hell this is anymore. Tendrils are wrapping the blade.

They spin and wrap your blade.



You blade is the new focus of the spinning black winds. You struggle to rip your blade free.



you lose that struggle.



violently, the Demon swings the winds, and your blade, away.



The winds die part way through. You realize that the Demon was struggling to handle your weapon.



It lands back onto the bridge over abyss. Lucky.



The Demon slips out of his trickling storm. It seems this cut was not worthless. It's weakened.


"...Interesting. The dreams of gods and fate are strong this time."

More mysteries.

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SpoilerOh god, I don't want to draw another storm it doesn't work too many strokes I don't wanna do it anymore