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Ezra returned to the marshes, the aching pains on his body gone. Immortality had returned to him as well as bitter memories.
He came to the hallowed tree, the ground that was disturbed by him and an old friend. He dug up the box, but began to dig even deeper. The time box wasn't the only thing that was buried here. He finally reached what he was looking for, the coffin that held the pit in his heart. He didn't open it, but just sat on top with the time box in his lap. He rested the Odachi katana's sheath on the coffin, the blade next to it.
"Hello Nesa... funny, most people would consider me sick for keeping the body of the person I killed for myself..." he said with a scoff. He needed time to himself, time to finally close a chapter in his past.
Ezra meditated as he sat on the coffin. Fogs began to roll in, surrounding him. They took forms of his past, mostly focusing on the negatives due to the energy of these lands. They howled and tormented him. As time passed by, Ezra began to grow stronger. Tears stopped falling, the demons of his past began to fade into shadows of his past, into mere scars. He inhaled the fog, allowing it to become part of him.
Odachi hummed loudly, piercing the air itself. The black skin began to form around Ezra but taking a new shade. It began to shift around, black of shadows, black of the night sky, black of the darkest parts of hearts. The Night Angel was beginning to be reformed. He held onto his bitterness though. To him, it was the only thing making sure he stayed on his edge, the only thing that kept his own mind clear from others.
The rebirth ritual was finished. The Night Angel reforged inside of him. Ezra stood, looking down at the coffin. "Nesa, I love you. I have always loved you and still do. I'm sorry I was too blind to see your pain, your suffering. But please, rest in peace. My strength never came from blind power, physical acrobatics or blatant magic. It came from your love, your heart, archaic magic, emotional alchamey as a wise man once said. Rest in peace my love, I will live for you". His hand touched the coffin, wrapping it with night flames.
He looked over to the palace, seeing the transformation of it. "So the first step to reforging these lands have started. Looks like the wounded animals of these lands are following their less blind king"
He left the tree, ground reburied and undisturbed. The palace, his heart said. The palace was somewhere he should be.
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