#hakuryuu 01

“...So you, too, have been brought here.”

“Hakuryuu.”

It had been a foolish hope, childish in ways not quite like him, to hope that of all the people the scientists could bring into this city of theirs, Hakuryuu would not be one of them. But this was a desire born of regret rather than anger, and facing him now, alive and well and not dead as he had so wished, was an aching reminder as to why.

Skyline loomed in a monochromatic haze, inundating the civilians whole, as if casting an instantaneous mood of gloaming, benevolent effervescence - nigh contagion in nature, urging nocturnal souls to awaken from their slumber. Amongst the shadow-dwellers was the infamous, visible oracle of Kou - Judar. Enveloped beneath the veil of darkness - with arms folded, equipped with an icy stare and an inordinately vicious guise, the fallen Magi stood eerily still.

Out of the corner of his eye, a lone figure began to approach. Shrouded in immense, murky blackbirds that swarmed feverishly, piercing optics widened at the realization that his perception was--indeed--correct, recognizing the familiar Rukh flow.

" . . . it's been far too long."

Arms unfolded, extending a single hand towards the silhouetted being. Addressing the individual by name, a blunt, straightforward urgency colored his voice in anticipation.