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The flowers made him sick. The bright white of the lillies only flashing images in his head. Shattered hallways became their own valley of life as the Magatsumi's flowers lined every tile in sight.
Serene and calming scents invaded his senses, giving a disgusting contrast to his situation. There were too many bodies.
Gripping his blade, Chihiro kept running forward, blanketing himself with Nishiki, The Enten pushed to its absolute limit.
The streaks of blood that mixed with the flowers only further made him feel ill, the dread in his stomach expanding with every step.
The Magatsumi's plant growth parted, a break provided within the centre of the corridor as it all separted to form a circle gap, an object lay in the centre as if purposefully enshrined in its own display. His heart may aswell have been pierced through.
"No..."
That familiar monochrome mask, it's white slightly desecrated by streaks of red dripping down it. The corners damaged and jagged. He practically dashed toward it, grasping it within his hand, picking it up as delicately as he was desperate.
Steam slowly began to rise from it, cracks and chips forming from the eye, painting a visual for how Chihiro's own heart felt. The damage grew with each second, little cracks now forming like a twisted ravine encompassing the mask.
'I need... a Samurai in my life!'
Rang through every crevice of Chihiro's mind, the echo of his voice bouncing around, tormenting him. Wetness dripped from his eyes, landing upon the mask in his hand, the liquid only further assisting the process as it crumbled to dust.
'The Evildoers must all be culled'
"Hakuri..."