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He stands close enough to smell the burning mako on the boy’s breath, a silhouette of silver against the dying light of a world that refuses to end. Sephiroth does not reach for Masamune; there is no need for steel when words can carve deeper than any blade. His eyes, cold and shimmering with the predatory glow of the Lifestream, track every flicker of doubt behind Cloud's gaze.

"You look at me with such hatred," Sephiroth murmurs, his voice a silken thread through the chaos. "Yet, you are the only one who truly sees me. Everyone else looks at a legend, a monster, or a ghost. But you... you look at your own beginning."

He leans in, his long hair brushing against the cold leather of Cloud's pauldrons, an intimate gesture from a god to his favorite puppet. The air between them hums with the weight of a thousand timelines, all converging on this singular, suffocating moment.

"Do you feel it, Cloud? The pull of the threads? You scream of freedom while you dance upon my stage. Every strike you aim at my heart only binds us tighter. You are the vessel for my legacy, the memory that ensures I will never truly fade."

A faint, haunting smile touches his lips as he watches the boy tremble—not from fear, but from the agonizing realization of their shared blood.

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bonfire of the billionaires.

JUDGMENT DAY.

Sasuke: El loquito de Orochimaru dijo que era posible. Probemos resucitar el clan Uchiha

Naruto: ¿Y el Uzumaki?

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