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Sabers rebirth chapter 6 his aftermath/her restoraSabers rebirth chapter 6 his aftermath/her restorationSabers rebirth chapter 6 his aftermath/her restora by michelous
This chapter covers the after math of the grail war and the full bringer arcs
I woke up 3 days after the grail war ended with a lump in my bed next to me. That lump was a girl with long purple hair about a shade lighter than Sakura ankle length hair, she looked about Ilya’s age but after structural analysis she was much older and kind of a reverse servant like existence, as in she gave me prana instead of taking mine. When she woke up her voice was the same one I heard in my head. The strange girl said her name as Al Azif the spirit of the Necronomicon; I read on grimoires a bit while Waver was away and every book and text that book was the top one bound in flesh and inked in blood was quite literal in this sense. With my link to her came new swords, swords in neither the Gate of Babylon nor Archer’s Unlimited Blade works I wonder what adventures the Shirou Emiya or Kouzou Hadou had been on.
Rin was ext
Sabers rebirth chapter 5 lion.past self and warSaber’s rebirth chapter 5 lion, past self and warSabers rebirth chapter 5 lion.past self and war by michelous
This chapter will cover the Arrancar arc
Grimmjow will get expanded origin as well as Aaroniero
For about 2 weeks I was having dreams every night of another me in a brutal war with an invisible version of my bankai at first then a fully visible golden version of the same sword. I knew its name Excalibur, the sword of promised victory, I some how knew said sword was given to me by me in another time lady of the lake and the fairies to protect mankind from all evils. My dreams ended with me being stabbed by someone I love I wish I knew why he did it but he looked like the boy I saw in my past. When all the dreams ended I was filled with memories of another me this me was a king dressing as a man. A favorite memory of mine was of a lion cub, I loved that cub like my own child no more than the child I never knew I had little did I know that child would come back for its mother.
6 months had past since; my new memories had e
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