Reluctant royalty
His power flurries through the air into the ground. His soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around. And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast. He’s never going back. The past is in the past!
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His power flurries through the air into the ground. His soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around. And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast. He’s never going back. The past is in the past!