[End] - I Can't Tell You All My Secrets [Reboot] - Neo Soul King Yhwach

Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Yhwach?

(No? Damn, alright, forget I asked then.)

ello there, my fellow humans, it's been a while since I've made a chapter. I'll be honest, I've had a severe case of burnout along with a writer's block, which is why i haven't uploaded any new chapters, and now I'm back ( hope you could forgive me for the wait )

I won't promise you that I'll have consistent updates, but there will be updates on a certain schedule.

How's everyone doing? I hope you're holding up alright out there.

Moving on. about this chapter. I've been working on it since February, and I'm not kidding when I say this, I've literally rewritten & remade it at least 12 times. ( I'm not continuing this verse, it has caused me severe cause of depression which is why i decided to end it early )

I nearly had a stroke and was so high trying to write this into perfection while improving my editing skills.

I need y'all's support in continuing this half baked mid ahh story, and by the end, I promise it'll turn out to be a masterpiece worthy of competing with the highest and greatest fanfictions of all time.

(Do show me your support in the comments)

anyways, y'all know the gist.

Pick a new world to continue our glorious adventure with this Quigger.

The Verse has to be weaker than Akame Ga Kill in terms of powerscaling.

The Verse needs to have a common enemy, like in Demon Slayer, where they have demons as their common enemy, Goblin Slayer, Attack on Titans, etc ( this is optional )

And remember

Brevity is the soul of wit, but we need your comment to have text in it.

(P.S: Looking for helpers, such as Writers, Editors, Artists, no I won't pay, my glorious co-writer is a lazy bum fr fr )

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For my Readers in Webnovel, I highly highly highly recommend you read this Chapter in Wattpad. ( Just for this chapter )

There are a lot of images and GIFs (Plus it looks better tbh)

And, Webnovel doesn't allow me to fully access 120% of my potential.

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[Yhwach Pov]

« I Think Of The Dead, All The Time »

The study room's door clicked shut behind me, and the noise of the others dulled down.

The desk was a mess of books I'd already read, and the window let in a strip of moonlight through the blinds. I sat down and leaned back.

And stared at the ceiling because looking at other people felt useless at the moment.

It smells like old paper and dust in here.

What am I doing here?

Months. Months of scavenging for food and supplies, watching the dead shuffle on, watching the living tear at each other like overgrown rodents. sleeping for a few hours only to wake and do it all again?

What's the point of staying alive in a place like this? Where death wears a thousand faces, but no one truly dies.

No seriously.

What's the point of staying if everything around you will sooner or later be dead?

I had contemplated this same question countless times already.

sigh...

Yet there's this truth I keep returning to.

"Life is suffering. No matter what you do, you will suffer. So take control, suffer intentionally. Choose suffering, which will benefit you. Use suffering to your advantage."

So what is the point of sending me here? Why this world? A lesson? A joke? Is it supposed to teach me something about life and death coexisting??

That ludicrous R-1 doesn't seem to understand me or grasp the type of world I sought to create.

If this world is a test, I'll fail it on my own terms.

I won't let it slowly kill me.

...

What infuriated me the most was this group's incompetence. This group of indecisive man-children, who can't decide anything for themselves and leaving it up to Lee to decide for them...

....

.....

Do I... keep humoring them until they tear each other apart? Keep blending in until some of my old power, by some chance, returns?

...

No.

I can't continue rotting here. I have to make a decision now.

Procrastinating is just another kind of slow death.

Despite this wretched world, I've managed to collect a decent amount of souls here and there, more than most would think possible on this dead planet. My reishi stores are substantial, I've forced myself not to rely on it, no matter how dire the situation was, and that restraint has... taught me a great deal of discipline and many other things to rely on.

Sigh... Returning to my world, however, would be... difficult. Dangerous, perhaps beyond even my willingness to gamble.

For one, I don't know if that insidious mon-

(Insert Gif)

...Hnh. Better to leave that thought half-finished.

Just then, a soul slipped back into me, although small, it was enough to disrupt my thoughts. This soul seemed to hold better information about Oberson than the last one.

The soul's name was Roger Price. It seems that his last thought was with Oberson as they were arguing, as the flash of Oberson's pistol killed him. I take what information the dead give me without a second thought.

I stood from the chair and walked to the window. The moon glared down at me as my eyes drifted down.

Isaac Wayne.

"I nearly forgot about him," I murmur in thought. Goes to show how little I care for them.

He crouched in the grass, a bag of stolen supplies at his side, as a walkie-talkie was pressed to his mouth.

Of course, he was talking to Oberson. Who else would he report to but Oberson Crawford?

My lips turned into something like a smile. A nuisance. That's all he was. A nuisance that had lingered too long.

I turned from the window and moved across the room, retrieving what I had set aside for a moment like this. A crossbow I had acquired sometime ago, and a small quiver of arrows and some knives.

I glanced back out the window, expecting him still on the radio. Instead, I caught the flare of liquid splashing against the dirt, the sharp glint of a red canister in his hand.

Gasoline.

He was laying it out in front of the yard, circling toward the mansion.

sigh...

Tonight is not about Isaac's little treachery.

It also isn't about betraying this group.

Tonight's the night, Yhwach Joins the Hunt.

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[Third Person Pov, Flashback, brought to you by chibi Yhwach beating the shit out of Isaac]

( Here's a Meme as well)

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Lee slightly frowned at Lilly's request. He was facing a very hard dilemma. What if she encounters danger again? He thought inwardly with an anxious thought.

But... Her dad NEEDS those pills. Hell, if it were Clementine in Larry's place, wouldn't I do the same?... fuck!

Lee felt a sense of frustration bubbling inside his mind. His mouth opened slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he closed it again.

And that's when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"Lee."

Lee paused, his eyes looking up and meeting Yhwach's gaze. that same pair of eyes that both reassured people but also gave them a sense of danger.

"You're overthinking again," Yhwach stated. "Do what you believe must be done."

Lee took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He's right... I should put myself in Lilly's position because that's what I always do.

He glanced at Lilly, then back at Yhwach.

"Alright, you can go." Lee finally said, Before Lilly could celebrate like a little girl, Lee held up a hand. "But you're not going alone. Jugram is going with you."

Her first instinct was to argue. To insist she didn't need a damn babysitter. But as soon as she opened her mouth, something in her gut twisted, memories of everything that had gone wrong lately rushed back to her, so she swallowed hard and nodded instead.

Lee, who was expecting an outburst, felt surprised but also glad to see that Lilly had matured enough to realize this right now.

Feeling more relaxed now, Lee elaborated further. "Look, this isn't about me doubting you. It's just common sense. Jugram will help cover more ground, and the two of you can carry back more supplies if you find anything."

And if something happens to you out there, you won't be alone.

But Lee kept that thought to himself. He knew she wouldn't want to hear it.

Lilly studied Lee's face for a moment, then gave a small nod. "I get it. And... thanks for trusting me with this. I know the risks."

Lee scratched the back of his head, feeling a little awkward. He wasn't used to moments like this with her. "Yeah, well... no point arguing about it now. Let's figure out the plan." He shifted gears. "Where do you want to start? The pharmacies?"

Lilly shook her head. "There's a hospital around here called St. Joseph's Hospital. Kenny, Duck, and I passed it before we met up with you at the riverfront. It's on the south side of Savannah."

Yhwach closed his eyes briefly to browse Crawford's goons' memories before speaking.

"It's risky. Crawford may have already emptied it."

If you're the smartest person in the room, know that you're in the wrong room.

Lee nodded with Yhwach's reasoning and even added, "If you both don't find anything there, you could also check the nearby houses and pharmacies."

Lilly eyed him with curiosity, and Yhwach looked at him the same way he usually does. After a pause, he shared with a bitter smile, "We had some customers move closer to us, because it was more convenient for them to get medicine." He shrugged. "People might've done the same here."

Quickly shaking his head to forget those memories, Lee continued, "Let's not focus on that. When will you be heading out for this scavenger hunt?"

"We'll head out tomorrow morning," Lilly said before deciding to walk towards the door. At the door, she paused and said, "Lee, again, thank you for this."

With that, she walked out of the kitchen without waiting for a reply.

Lee let out a breath, leaning against the counter. He still wasn't sure if this was the best idea, but at least now, she wouldn't be alone. And for now, that would have to be enough.

Yhwach looked towards the door. Sharpening his sense. Someone was there.

Though the darkness concealed him well, Yhwach knew. He could feel him. A small smirk reached his lips

"Why are you smirking like an idiot?"

Lee's voice pulled him back. He glanced over, meeting Lee's suspicious look.

But being caught didn't embarrass Yhwach; he merely glanced at Lee and spouted the usual bullshit.

"Nothing, I'm just glad you did the right thing despite feeling down right now."

Lee appeared surprised, saying. "You knew?"

Yhwach rolled his eyes slightly and stepped closer, placing a hand on Lee's shoulder.

"Lee. It was very obvious that even the boy would have noticed."

Lee scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah... guess you've got a point."

Lee felt the pressure on his shoulder increase just slightly.

"Listen to me, don't ever let those thoughts consume you; they are not part of you. Resist them with everything you have... Because if you don't, it will affect everyone in the group, including Clementine."

Yhwach gave a final pat on Lee's shoulder before turning and walking towards the door.

Should I...?

The thought briefly passed through Yhwach's mind. For every step he took towards the door, His mind replayed every moment he had spent with this group.

The first time, when he met Lee, the decision to spare him. Discovering Clementine, rescuing her. Meeting Kenny and his family at Hershel's farm. The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.

By the time his hand reached towards the door handle, he had recalled everything they had done together. His hand briefly paused on the handle.

"Lee."

That brief pause was enough for him.

Hearing him, Lee turned around to face him.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"...Nothing."

And with that, Yhwach stepped out, leaving Lee behind.

Lee exhaled slowly, leaning against the counter. His mind was still running, but one thought stood out above the rest.

He's right.

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[Scene Break, Earlier, Location: Abandoned House, Near the Old Crawford School, a lecture brought to you by Oberson about growing a spine. Here's another Meme as well.]

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If a gunshot follows an opinion, then the opinion isn't the issue... It's the one who couldn't handle the opinion that is

"Well," he spoke calmly, as if he didn't just kill a man in front of them. "Now that the unstable one's out of the picture..."

He stopped, as if waiting to see if someone would speak up against him again. Seeing that nobody did, he chuckled under his breath and continued speaking.

"So... why don't one of you geniuses tell me what the plan is? Since you all think I'm driving this place into the ground."

Everyone was either afraid of him or scared that they'd die next, so no one spoke up.

Oberson noticed this and grinned wider.

"What's the matter? Brave enough to whisper shit about me behind my back, but not when I'm standing right here?"

He began pacing around the room, dragging their eyes along with him. "You know what's funny?" he said, voice dropping lower.

"I'm giving you all a chance. For once, I actually want to hear if you've got anything to say worth listening to. Surprise me. Give me something to feel." He paused, looking around at each of them. "But if you can't? You shut the hell up and fall in line."

Frederick cleared his throat, his voice shaky.

"We... we should focus on surviving. Supplies-"

"Surviving?"

Oberson cut him off.

"That's all you've got in mind? What the hell does survival mean if we're just hiding, waiting to die? No. We take control of this city. We show the ones who double-crossed us what happens when you go against me... against us."

His eyes swept the room as someone spoke up.

"And how, Oberson? You've said it yourself, we can't stay here. Half the people in this room can't even look at you without shaking. So tell me, how on earth are we supposed to follow you into doing anything?"

Oberson's smile vanished, replaced with a frown.

"Is that it? You can't even look at me?"

His voice dipped down into something dangerous.

"What I see is a bunch of cowards, too damn fucking scared to do anything unless I tell you. That's why I lead. Because when things get ugly, none of you know what the fuck to do."

A cracking sound filled the room as Oberson's fingers tightened around the walkie-talkie in his pocket.

"Oberson... It's about Lilly's group."

No one moved. Every pair of eyes locked onto Oberson as Oberson didn't react right away.

He just stood there, the only sound in the room the faint hum of the walkie and the distant groans of walkers beyond the walls.

Oberson slowly lifted the walkie-talkie closer to his mouth.

"Well, if it isn't Isaac Wayne. You dirty little dog. I thought you finally fucked off for good, you slippery bastard."

A short pause followed before Isaac's voice returned.

"Yeah... sorry 'bout that. Had to keep a low profile. Playing double agent takes finesse, y'know? Thought I'd go full James Bond."

Oberson chuckled, shaking his head.

"James Bond, huh? You always were a little shit. That's what you were doing? Being Agent 007 while we're cleaning up the mess you and those shitstains left behind?"

Around him, his people, no, his slaves, exchanged wary glances but said nothing. They all knew better than to speak when Oberson was like this.

The fact that Isaac was alive, still working for Oberson, meant they had a man inside Lee's group.

Isaac let out a short breath on the other end, like he was trying to keep that cocky act up but wasn't quite sure how far he could push it.

"C'mon, Oberson. You know how this works. They don't trust me, I don't get in. And if I don't get in, we don't get information. You want results, you gotta let me do what I do, man."

Oberson's eyes turned to Theodore, then back to the others, his smile quickly shifting into something more serious.

"Alright, quit jerking me off. What do you have for me?"

There was another pause, this one just long enough to irritate him.

Then Isaac's voice dropped lower, all the smugness gone.

"Listen carefully"

And just like that, Oberson's eyes darkened.

It was time to get to work.

This night has changed them both.

[Scene Break, Location: The Burning Mansion]

Yhwach moved without hurry, like a smart man who had measured every step in advance. He opened the door outside, letting it click shut behind him as he sealed the door shut so the others couldn't escape, then stepped into the night.

The yard reeked of gasoline and smoke.

Screams rose from inside the mansion as doors were being banged. As someone was shouting, probably Larry.

But did he care about it?

Fuck no.

Yhwach walked through the smoke and flame with the same calmness he used for everything. The heat pressed against his face, but he did not flinch.

Why? Because he was used to much higher temperatures of heat.

He drew the crossbow from where he'd hidden it, fitted an arrow, and aimed it at Isaac.

The arrow went straight through Isaac's shoulder as he screamed in pain.

"AAAAGHH! WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!"

The injured man choked in pain, dropping the bags he was carrying, and doubled over as he grabbed instinctively at his wound.

He looked around to see who shot him. The sight of Yhwach in the doorway stopped him colder than the arrow. For a second, his face went pale.

Yhwach looked bored and said quietly.

"You're doing it wrong. If you wanted them dead, you only needed to ask."

Isaac spat blood as he felt rage and fear before talking. "You fucking shot me! You deranged psycho-" He tried to stand.

Yhwach didn't respond as he looked at Isaac, who curled around the wound, clutching at his shoulder.

Isaac's good hand scrabbled for a bag, the one he'd kept closest, his fingers were trembling but determined.

He snatched it, shoved it under his arm, and pushed himself up. Pain coursed through him, but adrenaline drove him harder.

Yhwach watched him go as Isaac's shoulder dripped blood onto the ground, forcing his legs to move.

"Go to hell!"

He barked as he staggered away into the dark with one arm useless.

"Hell? We're already in it. I'm simply the one who decides how long you last in it."

Yhwach tilted his head as he said that.

He turned back toward the burning mansion, the cries from inside still rising and falling with the flames.

He didn't move to help. Why would he? The fire would finish what he had wanted to start. Their deaths would cause their souls to drift to him. Isaac had only accelerated the process.

He stepped away from the fire as a knife slid free from his coat. Walkers had already gathered, drawn by the fire and the scent of blood. Walkers lurched toward him. He cut them down as if swatting insects.

Now, Yhwach could have torn Isaac apart from a hundred yards; instead, he let the man run. Why? because it's more fun this way.

Isaac's blood painted the road for Yhwach to follow.

The sealed king murmured. "Come out now, don't make this boring."

Yhwach turned around the corner as he found Isaac, crouched in the shadow of a half-collapsed storefront, clutching his bleeding shoulder and holding a walkie-talkie, trying to steady his breathing.

"Still alive, I see,"

Yhwach said as his voice was low and almost amused.

Isaac jolted upright, eyes wide with fear.

"Stay the fuck away from me!"

Panic made him move forward into a sprint as he dropped the walkie-talkie. He crashed into two walkers ahead, shoving one off with his good arm. The other grabbed at him before he stumbled free, cursing something through his teeth.

Behind him, Yhwach only sighed and drew another knife from his belt, dual-wielding them both, as he started dropping walkers left and right.

Isaac ran deeper, bleeding, limping, even as Yhwach followed him.

Yhwach felt something he hadn't felt in months...

For too long, he had worn the skin of a sheep, lowering his voice, restraining his hand. But here, among these dead corpses and a soon-to-be corpse... with no one around and left to pretend for...

He was himself again.

The Former King Of The Three Worlds Gallops.

The Lone Quincy was no longer just trying to mindlessly survive another day.

He was shaking free from his shadow,

Killing the Dead,

Kicking about their bones,

Painting the floors with flesh and blood,

The creaking increases,

Steeling the heart.

He walks in alone toward the faraway side.

All alone.

Like he always had.

No... He had some.

But he also knew they were not here.

They would never be with him again.

Yes, a part of them still resided within him, reminding him of their unwavering loyalty to him in the past.

But... He knew intuitively that he would never meet them again.

And even if he did... He knew they would not be the same.

Some could even say. He is.

The Walking Dead.

They reached an alleyway as the traitor dropped the bag. "Is it... is it about the bag?!" Isaac stammered as he spoke. "I don't even want it, just take it! Please! You want Oberson, right? I'll tell you everything about him. Just let me live!"

Yhwach hummed as he walked slowly towards Isaac, who walked backward, step by step, until Isaac's shoes caught the curb. He stumbled, and in that instant.

A second arrow soared through the air and buried itself in his leg.

Isaac's screams filled the alleyway as he collapsed, clutching his thigh with his good hand, dragging himself backward in a smear of blood. His gasps turned to sobs as he crawled away, trying to escape.

Only to meet the alleyway wall. turning around, he found Yhwach looming above him.

"You've made your bed. Now lie on it."

"Please, Jug-" Isaac gasped, before his voice died in his throat, replaced with a choking wheeze. Yhwach's hand had closed around his neck as the older man started to lift him away from the ground. His healthy leg kicked at him, his other arm clawed at the grip, his face reddening.

How extremely ugly.

Isaac's eyes started to bulge, the last air rasping through his teeth-

"STOP!"

Suddenly, a voice reached Yhwach's ears. all too familiar to good ol' Yhwach.

The Quincy King turned slightly, just enough for one burning eye to glance over his shoulder as recognition flickered across his face.

Lee Everett.

The voice had been enough, but seeing him still standing, battered and blackened from the fire, shirt scorched and soaked with sweat, a pistol in his hand, confirmed his suspicions.

Yhwach's mouth twitched into something like a smile. "You made it out. Consider me impressed, Lee Everett."

Slowly, he turned around to face him, Isaac still dangling in his grip, gasping for air like a fish on land.

Lee aimed the gun straight at Yhwach's head, hand shaking but steady enough.

"Drop him,"

The younger man barked towards the older man.

"We don't kill the living. Especially not one of our own."

Yhwach's mouth curled. He let out an amused snort. "You really believe that, don't you? You fail to see that this man was never a part of your group. He's been Crawford's leash dog since the start."

Lee's pistol shook as his grip tightened.

"Isaac isn't a-"

"He is,"

Yhwach snapped as he cut Lee off. "We met him in the sewers, did we not? Alone. In a city under Crawford's rule. Not with Vernon's group, not with anyone else. Just a stray, conveniently desperate, conveniently close to us, and you didn't have the slightest idea. Not even a suspicion?"

Lee's face contorted with disbelief, but something in his eyes expressed doubt.

"Even if what you're saying is true, we don't kill the living. Not like this. "

"Then lower your weapon."

Yhwach answers.

"One last chance not to make this messy."

Lee took a breath, his finger tense on the trigger.

"I'm not dropping it."

Yhwach looked disappointed with that answer. With no warning, he hurled Isaac against the brick wall.

The man's skull cracked audibly against stone, blood trickling down the side of his face as he slumped, groaning.

Lee's eyes widened in horror.

"Jesus Christ..."

That single heartbeat of shock was all Yhwach needed. He blurred forward, faster than Lee's eye could follow. Lee fired. The shot cracks off a brick, useless as it misses Yhwach. In the next instant, Yhwach's boot slammed into the pistol, sending it skittering across the ground.

His hand seized Lee's arm, as Lee widened his eyes as he saw Yhwach drive his fist right into his face, slamming him into the ground, as blood came pouring out of his mouth and all over the ground.

"W... w-what... why?" Lee's teeth were chipped as blood was bubbling at his lips.

Yhwach loomed over him as he spoke. "I've been too kind to you, Lee. That is my failing. I should have kept you on a tighter leash. You've learned nothing. Your hope blinded you to the truth."

Crouching down, Yhwach grabbed his face and punched it again, as he screamed, coughing up more blood.

"You talk about saving people, about keeping Clementine safe. Your "noble" decisions killed people. You plan with your heart instead of your head. You still aren't aware of how this world works, and part of that is my fault for expecting you could understand it. I put too high of an expectation for someone like you."

He grumbled and gasped from the pain as Yhwach dragged Lee up by the collar. Lee could barely stand.

"I don't like conflict," Yhwach said softly, almost kindly. "That's why I end it as violently as possible... I enjoyed our talks, Lee. I won't lie... But don't blame me for this. Blame Ichigo Kurosaki... for putting me here."

The Life Stealer kicked Lee hard in the gut, sending him crashing down near Isaac's twitching body. Lee wheezed, clutching at the dirt, his chest heaving.

Lee chokes on a laugh that's more a sob. "Jugram... why? Why are you hurting me? Aren't we supposed to be partners? Friends?!"

Yhwach's shadow fell over him. He leaned down, grip snatching Lee's collar, pulling him up so their eyes met. His voice became a whisper.

"Jugram this Jugram that... You know, Jugram was such a convenient name." His eyes stared directly into Lee's soul. "Now that I have your undivided attention... I'll tell you the truth."

Lee feels very conflicted, on one hand, he was kind of glad that Yhwach told him this, because he treated Yhwach as a very close friend of his, so he could intuitively tell when Yhwach was holding himself back from saying things. So he was glad a friend finally opened themselves up to him

On the other hand, Lee's head spun. Pain, rage, betrayal boiled in his chest. He didn't care what truth Yhwach wanted to tell him; he just needed to knock some sense into him to understand.

Lee spat blood into his face.

With his adrenaline kicking, he drove his fist into Yhwach's jaw. The impact sent him back a few steps.

Lee forced himself up, swaying but standing. His eyes burned through the blood and tears.

"Was any of it true?!" he shouted as his voice was starting to break. "Our friendship... everything we went through... was any of it real, Jugram?!"

Yhwach straightened slowly, wiping the blood from his face as he looked at Lee directly in the eyes.

"Don't talk as if you know me," he hissed. "What gave you that impression? That I was your friend? We're not friends, Lee. We never were. We had to survive together because our needs aligned, that is all. You, and your indecisive group of man-children-"

Lee, shaking with rage and tears streaming down his face, didn't care about Yhwach's words as he lunged forward again.

It felt exhilarating to fight back; how utterly alive it made Lee feel for all the inner pain to be released; Lee felt so much more powerful.

Yhwach sidestepped and boot slammed into Lee's gut, sending him flying back, but Lee's arms shot out instinctively, wrapping around Yhwach's legs mid-fall.

"Ah..." Yhwach's voice dripped with sarcasm. "So you can fight... or so you think."

Lee forced himself up, pain screaming through every joint, and swung a right hook.

The hit landed.

For half a second, Lee tasted victory.

Then Yhwach's hand clamped down around his fist, crushing his knuckles in a tight grip.

Yhwach's other fist came down, but Lee expected it and landed a solid blow to Yhwach's ribs. The older man's eyes flickered with surprise.

"Clever. But this-" His hand grabbed Lee's punch. "-this is barely a scratch."

With a sudden blur, he threw Lee backward. The younger man crashed into the alley wall, his head snapping against the brick with a sickening crack.

Lee started to gurgle, his vision swimming as he became delirious. He tried to focus, yet somehow, through the blood that was leaking all around him, he gasped the only words that mattered.

"Clem... entine... She needs me... You... won't take that... from me..."

Yhwach crouched down and studied Lee like a lab rat.

It's interesting how someone at their lowest can still inspire those to keep going.

[Flashback – The Mansion Fire]

The fire spread faster than anyone expected. Fire ate through the carpet and curtains. The smoke rolled down the halls, choking everyone's lungs before anyone had time to think.

Lee turns around and goes into the smoke. running around the halls that used to be safe. calling around names.

"WHERE ARE YOU, JUGRAM, ISAAC?"

Lee doesn't see or hear Yhwach. He also doesn't see Isaac. Doors slamming open, people coughing, something falls around them, catching on fire.

"LEE! HELP! THE DOOR WON'T OPEN!"

Ben's screams were followed by Duck's panicked crying.

"Ben, SHUT UP!"

Lilly barked, coughing hard, her arm wrapped protectively around her father. Larry was shouting louder than the flames around them, veins bulging in his neck.

"THEY SET US UP! THAT FUCKIN' CRA-CRAWFORD-" His words cut off as he clenched his chest mid-sentence.

"Dad?!" Lilly grabbed him. "Goddamn it, not now, stay with me!"

"Shit, he's having a heart attack!" Chuck shouted, dropping to his knees. He looked at Marcus. "Help me get this big bastard up, NOW!"

Marcus coughted under his breath but grabbed Larry under the arms, dragging him toward the door as the old man gasped like a fish.

"Lee!" Clementine chokes, terrified.

"CLEMENTINE! STAY WITH ME!"

Lee scooped her up as he stopped looking around for Yhwach and Isaac, as he saw Kenny had taken an axe to the front door with Vernon next to him.

"Stay back!" Kenny shouted. With every slam of the axe, wood splintered. "One more hit, goddammit-" The axe bit deep, and with a final kick, the front door burst open. The night's cold air rushed in.

"GO! MOVE!" Chuck bellowed, hauling Larry over his shoulder with Marcus pushing from behind.

The group spilled outside, and Ben stumbled out clutching Duck, both boys were crying and choking. Lilly collapsed beside her father, pounding on his chest, screaming at him to breathe.

Lee pushed Clementine into Kenny's arms. "Take care of her. I'll be back."

Kenny nodded.

"Lee, noo." Clementine's hands dug in. Her little voice trembled as she begged him to stay with her. "Please-"

He crouched, brushing her short hair under her hat, forcing a smile through the smoke burning through his lungs.

"I'll be back. You trust me, right?"

She nodded, trembling, her lip quivering.

"Good girl. Stay strong for me."

[End of Flashback]

He managed one last look at Yhwach, searching for the friend he'd thought he'd known.

But all he saw was the look of a cold-hearted, emotionless bastard, as if nothing ever mattered to him, not even the time they spent together, the hard days, the enemies they faced, the plans they made.

All of it didn't matter.

Clem-

Lee's body gave up on him before he could continue his thoughts as he slumped over unconscious.

Something moved in the alleyway as a reanimated Isaac, or well, whatever remained of him, lunged at Yhwach.

As Yhwach's hand suddenly reached his belt. Steel flashed once, then buried deep. The knife drove clean through Isaac's skull, the walker collapsing at his feet.

He stepped over the corpse and moved to where Lee's pistol had fallen. He picked it up, felt the weight, turned it in his hand as if weighing the options he had.

He raised the gun slowly and aimed it at Lee's head.

The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief.

The shot was fired as Lee's body went limp.

Yhwach kept his posture for a long second, then eased the pistol back into his belt as if tucking away a toy.

He glanced once more at the dead man, once known as Lee Everett.

The Lies We tell to get our way.

Yhwach thought as he then turned around and walked away, but only managed to make it a few steps before he stopped.

Lee's soul pressed into him, dragging his soul fragment back with it. But it wasn't just the return that stopped him. It was the quality of it.

How strange.

No, strange wouldn't be the correct word, more like Unique.

There was something about Lee's soul that made him pause longer than he should have.

He didn't have time to think about it as Walkers came running like gulls to a fishing boat after the gunshot. Yhwach ignored them and moved in a different direction, as he soon found more walkers as he sighted.

Two knives flashed. Heads were sliced. Limbs fell. Nothing more than obstacles cleared from his path.

By the time he reached the street near the old Crawford school, His clothes had turned dark with blood, splattered, smeared, evidence of hard work being done.

He found the house without trouble; it's an old two-story a block off the school, with boards nailed over windows, walkers pounding at one side like someone trying to wake their kid for school.

Yhwach stepped into the fray with two knives drawn and let motion take over. It was almost a quick step, a blade across the head, a body falling quiet. Again, again. When the last walker hit the ground, he stood straight

Once again, he had learned to waste nothing, to keep his power for the moments that mattered most. As Yhwach focused his ears and senses as he heard voices.

Inside, Oberson's voice carried plainly, "...we hit them at sunrise. We pack our stolen supplies and leave with their train."

A pleased smile found itself at the corner of his mouth.

Another voice, quieter, asked about Isaac. Oberson laughed. "Fuck 'em. He did us a favor. He'll just have to die with the rest of them."

He moved to the side of the house, hand finding the crossbow at his back. He could kick down the door, enter the room, and butcher everyone up and acquire their souls, or he could wait and slit the throat of the first man who stepped out.

Yhwach preferred option one.

The door fell down as he stepped inside. Almost immediately, Chaos ensued, startled faces, scrambling hands reaching for guns.

Frederick didn't even get to stand as a bolt went clean through his skull. Before the body hit the floor, Yhwach had already dropped the weapon, raising his handgun. Two women in the corner barely had time to scream before their heads got shot.

Oberson lunged for his gun, but Yhwach was faster. His hand clamped around a trembling boy's collar, thin, no older than Ben, and dragged him up like a meat shield.

A boy yelled. "TOMMY!"

Oberson's pistol fired as bullets hit Tommy's body, jerking it violently as Yhwach held him steady, letting the boy soak up the shots for him.

The room erupted, men and women fumbling for rifles, pistols, anything. Yhwach's skin hardened, the blue veins of Blut Vene lacing across him, shrugging off their frantic shots like rain against stone.

He moved. One after another, skulls split, eyes rolled back, bodies collapsed.

His knives snapped in half against bone, but his momentum never slowed.

Theodore ran towards him as his grief turned to rage.

"You killed the love of my life, you fucking bastard!"

Yhwach drove an elbow into his gut, dropping him like a rag doll.

Cameron rushed in behind him as Yhwach fired his last round towards him, and the lackey's brains splattered across the wall.

The Killer of Crawford turns around as Bruno's fist connects with his jaw. Had he been a regular human being, it would've been a victory for them. Unfortunately, Yhwach wasn't a normal human.

Yhwach turned his head slowly and punched straight through Bruno's chest. The man's heart bursted in his hand before he ripped himself free.

Shots were fired against him as they fell to the ground, as Morgan and Micah emptied their clips.

Yhwach lunged forward, kicking a woman aside as he flipped a chair. Kevin was still sleeping as he fell to the ground with a thud.

Yhwach deactivated Blut Vene and gripped another knife he had hidden as he spun it in the air before burying it deep in Morgan's skull. His body twitched as he fell.

Micah froze as Yhwach punched his head clean from his shoulders. More blood sprayed across Yhwach's face and clothes as he bent down and picked up Micah's revolver and fired until every last one of Crawford's men, including the still-sleeping Kevin, was dead.

Smoke lingered in the air, thick with gunpowder.

Yhwach lowers the revolver as he scans the room once more, blood dripping from his hands.

But Oberson was nowhere to be found.

"Looking for me?"

Yhwach turned around as he saw Oberson standing in the doorway holding a lighter between his fingers.

"Gotta say," Oberson spoke as his voice was filled with glee, "I really oughta thank Isaac. Without his little warning about you, none of this would've been possible. This entire place-" he spread his arms wide "-is wired with bombs, thanks to him."

Yhwach's eyes widened as realization hit him as he recalled the dropped walkie-talkie during Isaac's escape from him.

Even in death, you remain a damn nuisance...

"You really thought you could stroll in here, murder my people, and destroy my community?" Oberson's voice was filled with venom. "And suffer no consequences? I built this damn place. I fed these fucking imbeciles and kept them safe. You come in here like some disease and expect no repercussion?"

"Yes."

Yhwach's reply came without any shred of emotion, as if he didn't care about Oberson's threats, not even in the slightest.

"Wrong fucking answer."

The lighter clacked once, then everything detonated.

The blast swallowed the house in an instant, a burst of flames ripping through wood and flesh. Corpses that once littered the floor were incinerated, reduced to ash before they could even crumble.

Yhwach widened his stance as he raised an arm out of reflex, blunting the explosion but bruising his arm. He coughed, lungs burning slightly with smoke.

He'd expected Oberson to bitch and moan like a spoiled brat who got his toy taken away. But suicide wasn't on the list of things he expected.

Speaking about moans, did you know that walkers were approaching Yhwach as we speak?

To make matters even worse for him, it started to rain, and Yhwach did not like the rain not one bit.

As it started to rain down on him with cold drops that hissed against his skin and slid down his bloodstained hands. His cloak was now heavy as it became drenched in rain.

Yhwach looked at the horde and then laughed dryly. All in all, a bad situation.

Out of nowhere, Yhwach's spiritual pressure exploded, blasting out of him in shockwaves. The Walkers were wiped out like they were never there.

But it wasn't him doing it. He knew right away. He looked down at his own blood-soaked hands like they'd betrayed him.

Something was very, very wrong.

Suddenly, it felt like someone had punched a hole right through him and was squeezing his heart in their hand. He stepped back, coughing as he gasped for air while clutching his chest.

The world was spiralling around and around, spinning uncontrollably. Everything was going crazy. The wind howled in Yhwach's ears as he tried to make sense of what was happening around him.

He looked down.

The ground was gone. A portal opened underneath him. Inside was a black void filled with stars and galaxies, and he dropped straight through it.

What? A garganta?? IM-

He fell down, twisting and turning, and his instincts fired. He used spiritual energy without thinking, making platforms under his feet, but it was of no use. His strength felt weak, thin, like it was draining out of him with every breath.

Why does everything feel like it's leaking away?

Yhwach's head looked up.

Something was there. Something enormous.

No. That wouldn't be the correct term to use here.

A Sun-sized hollow mask was floating above him, staring directly at him as if he were a dirty peasant unworthy of licking his left toe.

All the color drained from his face.

For the first time ever since he got transported to that dead-filled world, he hadn't felt this feeling.

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̶̶̷̶̸̴̸̶̷̶̶̶̸̸̵̴̵̴̶̵̵̴̵̴̴̷̶̶̵̴̴̶̷̴̸̸̴̸̴̶̶̷̴̴̷̴̴̴̵̷̷̸̵̸̵̵̴̸̴̡̨̨̢̧̢̢̢̧̢̛̛̛̛̛̮̩̝͈͍̜̤̹͈̞͕͖̗̟̘̰̪̜͉̠̘͇̞͍̬̘̺͇̬̤̥̞̯̳̗̮̼̗͖͙̥̜̩͈̼͉̯̤̫̟̦͔̝͖̬̟̭̱̯̬͓͇̰̘̻̜̤̱͇̣̙̟͓̭͈̭̪̳̩͇͉͉̯͎̮͓̬̘̞̟̤͚̩͈̲̲̗͚̺͉̞͕͓̟͙̪̞̫͔͕̖͉̙̤̝͔̦͍̗͇̭̘̙̞͉̹̩̮̞̲̭̙̼̮̰̹͚̺̹̱̻̲̮͓͋̅̈̐̌͋͌̉͋̀̇̑́̽̊͆̆̓̓̽̾̉͆́̇̐͗͊͌͗̃̓̉̈́̓̾͒͌͒͗̀̋̈͊̽̌̈́̋̍̈́͆͂̽̒͒͌̅̊͒̒̄̅̀͋̌̀̐͛̄̀̈̆̿͑̅̌̏̋̀̂̊͆̇͗͒͂̀̑̉͋̌͌́̒̿̓͊̋̈́̍͐̏̾̀̾̌͑̐͛̓̓͂̃̾̾͐̇̈́̎̄͑̓̆͑͊̽̋̅̓̓̅̾̇͛͒̾͐͒̋͛́̎̔̌́͛̉̌̉̓̑̍̎͗̾̄͋̎͐̄̉̚͘͘̚̚̕̚̚̕̚̕̕͘͘͘̕͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͠͠͠͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅḩ̷̵̵̶̶̷̸̴̷̵̷̷̶̸̶̶̸̴̴̸̶̷̴̴̴̵̴̴̴̵̴̷̵̵̵̴̵̵̴̸̷̵̴̵̵̶̷̵̵̴̵̷̵̷̶̵̷̧̢̡̡̢̨̧̡̨̧̨̡̢̧̧̛̛̛͈͎̼͈̰̳͔̪͈̮̪̖̹̰̜͓̜̰͈̬̻͈̦̫͈̲̦͖͓͍͕̲̦͈̞̠̮͓͓͍̲̹͔̬̘̺͍̗̩̮͈̠̹̱̻͈͈̫̮͍̻̰̣̘̫͔̟̞̯̮̫̞̗̱̟̹̲͔̪̤̤̜͚̘̟̜̭̗͎̼̙̜̜̻͙͕̱̳͍̞̠̺̟̯̳̱̰̭̝̬͔̜̬̩̻̯̭̭͕̻̬̤̳̪̼̝̳̣̫͍͈̟̘̩̞̠̭̰̮͓̞̬͕͈̰͕̦̖͂̎̃̆́͛̓̅̑̈́͌͛̔̏͒͑̍̐̽̏̏̉͂̓͐̆̅͑̈́̔͂̂̔͗̈̈́̽̃̒̒́͆͑́̈́̉̒̌̇̌̀̄͐̉̏̇͑̏̀̉̀̿͋̊̐́̓̒̾̀͌̉͑̈̐͆̈̎͋́͊̔͆͆̒̏͋̈́̏̾̀́͆͒̇̈́͑̀͛́͐̾͛͋̑̏̑͗̐̈́̉̉̈̇͛̈́̔̈́̔̄̈̓̈́͊͗̿̓̍͂̎͋̑̈́̋̄̌̒̐̅͂͛̿̽͛̾̌́͐̂̏̔͌͛̚͘̚̕̚̕͘̚̕͘̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅả̸̸̸̷̵̶̴̴̸̵̸̷̷̶̸̵̵̷̸̴̵̴̵̵̵̸̸̶̴̸̵̶̷̶̴̸̶̵̸̴̸̸̴̴̴̡̡̡̧̨̧̧̡̢̨̧̡̛̛̛̫͚̜͎͉̻̝̺̹̦̥̱̱̭̟͎̪͔̦͕̻̱̭̦͔̥̭̘͇̠̮̥̮̩̼̟͔̘͎̮̤̪̟͈͈͇̠̝̣̭̦͉̺͚̬͍̲̳͔͓̟̤̘̪͚͙͓̺̗͉̞̬̞̹̤̜̹̼̙͙̫̫̳̳͈͎͙͔͚̯̯̝͎̣͉̼͍̝͎͇͈̣̼͉͇̪͂̈̊̈́̊̓̎̓̊̂̉̅́̔̌́̒̄͑̊͆͌̎͊́̆͛̋̃̌́̒̓̐́̾̐͌͛̽̃̔̀͗͛͐͗́̋͒́̅̾̆́̔̈́́̄͂̈́̑͒̄̊͛̅̿̇̽̓̓̓͊̿͑̽̇̋͆̽̐́̒̒̉̅͊̐̑͐̅̽̈́̉̑̎̐̐͊̐͐̓̊͒̀̿͛̀̍̈́͆̔́̈́̇̈͘̕̕̕̕̚̕̚̚̚͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠ͅn̸̴̶̵̸̴̸̶̷̶̴̵̵̵̷̸̶̷̴̴̴̶̵̷̶̷̶̶̶̵̶̷̴̸̴̸̵̶̸̸̸̵̶̸̶̴̸̵̷̷̷̷̴̡̧̧̡̢̧̧̢̡̡̡̨̢̡̢̢̨̤̲̰͙̫̞̲͍͎̖̰̙͔͚̥̖̞̪̮̬̖͖͈̯̫̝̻̗̰͎̩͉̖̫̩̦̮̬̗̺̯͇̻̩̤͈̮̼͙͍̺̳̲̪̱̻̗͕̱̪̮͚̲̙̼̠͎̱̞̱͚̼͉̱͔̻̭̯͖͇̼͖̝͕͍̖̰̭͓̣̹͕͇̳̠͔̣̫̬̱̲͓̱͍͉͔̹̦͈͕̟̫͕̬̩̼̱̩̪͉̜̦̰͓̠̱͍̮̬̜̦̞̟̻̣̭̳̳̼̜͈̻̙̬͉̰͇̋̈́͊̇͛̒́̋́̑̂͗̆̒̀͒̏̿̅̑̔̒̅̈́̐͋̄̆̈̒̊̆̀̅͊̓̈́̒̀́̂̄̀̋͒͗̎̓͆̀́͆̓̓̓̽̌͌̐̈͊͊͑̇̊̍̀͒̔͌̎͊̅͛̀̀̆͐̋̿̎̍̊͂͂́̍͛͒͋̏̂̀͂̎̽̓̆̾̅̉̓̾̌͗̿̈̂̑̐̒̏̒̍̒̑̋͛̆͆̎̓́̌̓͊̑̏͂́͘̚͘̕͘̕̕̕̕̚̕͘͘͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅd̴̸̸̷̶̶̴̸̶̶̴̵̷̶̶̶̸̷̶̵̷̷̵̴̸̸̶̷̷̴̸̷̶̶̴̸̶̸̷̴̴̶̵̶̸̵̷̵̸̵̸̸̴̷̷̶̸̶̵̶̷̵̢̨̡̡̧̡̡̢̢̨̡̨̛̛̛͔͔̦̖̘̩͕̝̱̘͙̪͉͖̰͈̙̝̭̰̩̜͈͍͚͚͙̯͖̖͔̯̥̱͔̘͕̜̹̮̣̝̱̖͕̩͕̺̞̼͓̤̻͕̩̥̩̼̻̼̬͚͓̺̘̲̠͇̫͎̱̯̜̙͉̩̣̙̣̜̘͙̻̤͎͚̲̬̙͉̭͉̱̦͚͖͉͍̫̯̪̲͕͚̤̞̼̩͇͙̮̲̲̯̼̬͖̥̳̬͈̟̰̪̼̹͉͖̹̖̮̮̺̘͇̦̣̩̯̖̦̯̪̮̱̰̹̘̗̀̄͐̀̆͂͒̑͑̆̌͐̀̋̂̈́̃͐̎̄̀̀͋̓̏̿̍̆̈́̓͋̓̊̈́͒́̆̈́̃͗̂̾̃̓̎́̄̅̋̈́͛͐̒͗̈̀̈́̌̉̀͒̈́́̊̄̍͑̍̈́͐̓͂̽̋͑̀̎̒̾̀̉̽̇̀́̃́̊̇͆̊̊͊̽͒̅̈́̓̋̒͊̆͌̓̍̄̈́̄̈͒̅̀̾̄̃͊͑̀͌̑̀͆̆̄̍͐̋̆̿́́̓̑̀͒͛̍̿͒̌͋̈́́̆̋̀̈́͊͂͆͒̽͗̅͊͛̚͘͘̚͘͘̚̚̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ.̶̶̵̵̴̶̵̵̴̶̶̴̴̷̴̸̷̴̵̸̸̶̵̴̴̷̵̸̸̸̷̷̸̷̵̶̷̶̵̴̸̷̵̷̶̴̸̷̸̸̸̸̶̸̴̴̸̵̷̴̴̵̶̵̴̡̨̡̨̨̢̨̧̢̛̛̛̹̞̣͍̲͚̘̣̣̗̤̺̻̹̪̠͈̻͎̯͚̹̺̙͈͉̖̣̹͎̙̝͍̣͎̤̼͕̬̺͖̺̘̙͉̲̠̪͇̜͍͖̮͇͎̘̥̲̖̯͚̝͙̼͉̼̙̞̙̮͓̙̺̲̩̬̤͍̗͚̹̳̠͖̠͕̩̪̲̪̣̣̠̙͙̺̹̼̳̹̦̤̗̭̜̺͓͇̭̜̘̭̫̗̼̞̱͎͚͍͖̼̭͎͕̩͔̮͕̜̜̗͖̟̘̖͚͓̙̟̜̞̘͎͓̤̥̰̰̜̝̟̙̥̰̻͖̯̻͚̱̥͖̟̱̣̰̟̫̗̗̙̲̲̯̥̱͔̞̊͒̾̅̌͌̓̔͑̈̅̄͊̀͛̾̂͂̽̄̋̈̋̎̍͊̎̌̓̿͊̈̍͋͗͆͐̀̀̌͗̑̿̀̎͒͛̏͂͛͗͐̾͗͊̿̽͑́͒͆͑̑͊̇̊̏̏̃̀̈́̎̎͛͋́̓̈́̈̐̊̏̿͛̈́͐́͐͌̒̀̋̍͗́͑̏̏̏̄̿̈̀̓͆̔͗̓̀͒͌͋͂́̍̒̔͋̋͒͋̒͒͛̈͊̓͋̍̾̿̆͑͒̈́́̒͗̕̕̕̕͘̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅ.̵̸̷̴̴̴̶̶̷̵̶̵̵̴̶̶̸̴̸̷̴̴̴̶̸̴̴̴̴̴̸̶̴̸̴̶̷̷̷̷̴̴̷̷̷̸̴̴̴̴̴̵̵̷̷̷̴̷̴̵̶̴̶̴̵̵̵̴̶̵̸̷̶̵̸̶̷̶̶̷̸̷̶̶̸̴̶̸̵̷̡̢̧̢̢̢̨̡̨̨̨̧̧̧̧̢̨̨̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖͙͉̪̰̞̻͖̼̻͎͚͕͎̱̳̺̮̹̫̩͍̳̯̳̗̙̺̫̫̲̤̭͖̟̬͈̖̣̼̙̦̖̳͚̟̘̰͍̻̲̜͇̤̖̹̺͓̙̭̱̻̟͈͍̮̯̘͕̘̻̖͉̟̼͇̹͎͙̪̝̠̦̻͔̤͎͙͎͔͓̣̯̠̩̞̘̲͚̟͓̦̲͍̼̜͍̤̳̝͕͖̺͚̭͕̹̺̗̣̱̫̺̯͈̝͙̘̺͉̻̬̱̥̣̺̼̭̘̫̯͉̥͕͇͚̻̮͖̫̰̮̩̜̗̩̤͕̞̞̪̘͔̥̻͉̫̠͕̼̳͚̬̗̹̼̺͓̥͈͖͈̤̠̰̠̘̗̩̗̱͔̮̳̮̳̥̺͎̭̖̝͕̣͚̮̲͔̥̠̭̯̩̥̭̣̲͚̖̞̖̫̮͓̮͕̠͚̳̭̻̜̟͍̪̰̗̬̤̹͎̈̊̈̈́̒̌͆̽̏͐̈́͗̾̅̎̽͆͐̔̈͂͋̒̓́́̆̔͂͐͊̍̈́̆̐̈́͐́́̒͊̇̆̈́̅̒̎̽͑̓̿̍͂͂̋̋̃͆̈̋̊͌͑̇̇͐̓̇͌̀̐̓͑͐̋͌̃́̀͒̉̒̇̅̅͊̂̔̾̓̓̂̽̓̈́̌̄̄͛̎̂̿̏̏̾̈́̉̎̀̿̓͐̀͑̌͌̂̋͋͌̄̀̒͊̌͂̎̓̍̽̉͋̄̔̅̅̓̍̃̈́͛̇͗̔͑̔́͐̽͐͐͗̏̅̔͊̓̍̉͂̃͗̔͊́́̎̏̈́̈́̈́͌̄́̊̏̀̂̃̊̍̒͐̔̍̀̂̿̈̌̈́͑̓̀́́́̌̌̽̍̆̒̓̌͛̀͋̓̅̀͋̏̀̅̂̏̊̐͋͐͊̊́̔̎̂̚̚͘̚̚͘͘̚͘̕͘̚̕̚͘̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅ.̴̷̵̷̵̷̶̴̶̴̶̴̴̶̵̴̷̷̶̸̵̴̶̶̷̴̶̵̶̶̴̶̴̴̵̷̸̴̵̷̶̶̴̶̶̶̢̡̧̡̡̧̧̡̢̢̢̨̨̧̧̢̢̢̛̛̛̲̙̹̬̹̠̳͚̹̣͙͍̙͕̗̬̹̤̯̹̲͇̬̩̜̭̮̱͔̦̣̭͖̳͕̮̫̟͙̩̩̼̰̟̺͎̲̝̭̖̜̙̲̥͚̼̠͙͓̯̱̣̝̗̺̮̗̙͍͖͉̥̝̠͉͓̭̞̪̜̯̣͇̩̤̺͉̗̖͖͈͖͚̠̗̲̺̤͕̻̳̳͖̞͕͇̱̳̪̖͖̬̗̮̦͔͓̥̩̗̤̞̹̝̲͉̦̻̰̋̈́̓̆̇̓̋͗̊̇̈͊̓́̓̒̓́͆̓͑͒͌̀̒̂̈́̇͐̒̄̓̎̉̾̊̓̈͆̋̄̔̌͊̈̓͊̒͆̔̒͛̓̽́̆̔̐͑̈́̈́͌̀͛̇̈́͂̏̌̃̓̀͋̃̀̈́̑̏͗̓͑͆͌͑̏̅̈́͑̽̈́̂̃͛̇̾̌̕̕̚̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅ~̷̴̸̸̷̷̷̷̴̶̸̶̶̸̷̴̴̴̸̴̴̶̵̶̶̵̶̶̵̵̶̴̷̷̴̶̴̷̷̴̸̵̴̵̵̷̵̸̵̴̷̶̸̷̵̷̶̵̸̸̵̸̶̢̧̨̨̧̨̢̧̨̢̨̧̧̧̡̡̧̢̢̢̡̨̛̛̛̛̛̛͍̦̳͔͖̻̣͚̮͈͇͉̩̦̟̣̟̗͍̪̫͔̝͈̠̟̯̬͓̣͓̬͕̰͕͚̤̤͇͚̠̟̗̥̰̹̝̖̺̖͙̣̱̹̖͔̠̳͙̼͇̣͇̗̻̜̪̪͔͈͕͍̼̦̲͙̭͚͚͖̰̳͚̳̣̹͖̻̻̳̝̖̙͎̰̮̩̪̝̣̫̰̻̪̠̠̞̬͎̘̖̠̫̟͕͓̩̫̪̮̼̯͉͖̠̳̭̣̱̜̦͈̺̝̱͙̰̭͚̻̻̫̺̫̱̤̱̗̞͒͆́̊̒͒̀̒̈́̔̀̎͑̍̽̈̽͛̉́̌͛̐̽̄̓̄͆̈́̎̍̈́̄̃̌̓͐͑̒͛̓̌̇̅̍̈̆̔̾̊̀̈́̐̏̍͛̇̅̈̽̔̀͑͒̎́̈́́͗̐͊̑̐͌̇̆́̅͊̓̓͛̓̋̽̃̈́̎̊̎͐̀̍̍͛̔̿͐̅͐̋͊̒̀̈́́͆́̐̀̍͌͋̊̀͗̄͐̋̊̒͊̃̀͂̏̐͂̎̐̉͛̔̂͐̽̈́̉̒̈́̌͐͌̑͗̏̔̈́̓͑̾̈́̅̓̕͘̚͘̚̕͘͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅ

That was the last thing The Sealed King heard and saw as everything faded to black.

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End Of Arc 1: Telltale's The Walking Dead

Next Chapter: ???

Zaegar: (Sniff Sniff) "I'm not crying your fucking crying, shit is that me? why the fuck is my mask sun sized?! the fuckk?? who wrote this shit?"

Chapter 30 - [End] - I Can't Tell You All My Secrets [Reboot]