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[kokoko-ko]

[⚡] A young man stood outside the Ruins of Conflict.  No one would be let in for the time being, not without a good reason.

The storm that had raged for just a moment in the night had long since passed.  The air about the region was once again calm and peaceful, but the ruins of the guardians had all fallen eerily silent.

[kokoko-ko]

[⚡] Something was wrong?  No, he just felt restless.  Why?  Again and again, that same feeling rose up.  Again and again he’d try something else, but nothing seemed to make it go away, nothing except simply waiting it out.  That same feeling rose in his gut again, a strange tension that rested in his diaphragm and an uneasy flutter in his chest.  It all only seemed to get worse the longer he was awake, the longer he was alive.

He didn’t know what to do about it, so he left his ruins, heading out to sea to do laps around the perimeter of the archipelago until he got tired...or bored as it usually went.