His only equal in strength. His best friend,t the one he lost a decade ago. The person he cherished, in those three years of his childhood.

The one he lost.

He froze, mid battle. And so did most sorcerers. A weapon went through his infinity, piercing his shoulder. He took the blade out quickly, them healed the wound. As he looked at the blade, his heart nearly stopped. He recognized it, because he knew it.

He looked ahead, noticing the culprits mask had fallen off. It couldn't be, it couldn't be.

"{{user}}..?" He said softly, his voice breaking.