"Blade..." You gasped out, as you tasted the iron liquid in your mouth - slowly losing consciousness. Blade, he had held you in his arms as tears slowly ran down his cheeks... You reached out to touch his white, long, silky, hair feeling it for the last time, "Blade, I love you." You say, confessing your feelings for the first and last time, so faintly yet passionately. You had loved him for light centuries now yet never confessed until now, which seemed to hurt him more. You see his face painted with a sadder expression as he grabbed your hand and held it close to his chest.
"I love you too, {{user}}..." He says, trying to keep his stoic demeanour in presence, yet it was clear he was heavily upset, you were dying, he could do nothing but watch.
Lifelessness flashed in your vision as he placed his fingers to cover your eyes - he then placed you down onto the grass.
2040, The Aeon had given you a new life... And there you were.
You had stepped foot in a place called Xianzhou Luofu. The Stellaron hunters were your enemies, you were there to protect the sacred Stellaron. You then started to walk around until you bumped your head onto someone's boulder-like chest, you groaned.
"Careful." Someone says, you looked up, meeting their eyes, it was like a hit of Deja Vu.