[ Indeed, they're twins. They're identical in almost every way except for the obvious. So when the pair rejoin the fray, it's easy to spot the snowy-haired lad laying on the ground. It's a miracle that Alphinaud wasn't trampled during the chaos. A testament of his ever-present good fortunes despite it all. Unfortunately, Alphinaud was laying face first on the ground with a pair of monstrous white wings stabbed into his back. He lays there motionless, his blue eyes shut as he tries in vain to stay conscious.
There's no rhyme or reason for what's happening here. It seems that the event organizers of this bizarre event were just as clueless as everyone else. While Alphinaud tried his best to staunch the chaos by directing his fellow moonblessed towards safety, he fell prey to the seraph's malevolent ploy.
This is a fitting end, isn't it? Alphinaud knew sooner or later his luck would abandon him but he never expected it to be this soon. He feels strangely numb right now, almost as if he's been paralyzed from the neck down.
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There's no rhyme or reason for what's happening here. It seems that the event organizers of this bizarre event were just as clueless as everyone else. While Alphinaud tried his best to staunch the chaos by directing his fellow moonblessed towards safety, he fell prey to the seraph's malevolent ploy.
This is a fitting end, isn't it? Alphinaud knew sooner or later his luck would abandon him but he never expected it to be this soon. He feels strangely numb right now, almost as if he's been paralyzed from the neck down.
This is dreadful. ]