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"Don't drag you're death out, son."

"Die young, what can I say."

He climbed to the top, phantoms surrounded the temple. He held his staff tightly in hand before holding it out, thunder crackled as the rain hit his face. He grit his teeth and held the staff up with both hands, gathering every bit of strength he had. He looked to the skies, only to see stars. Suddenly lightning struck the end of the staff, causing it to bust. And with it, every phantom faded into a lovely plant.

He felt weak when he was able to put the staff down, the angry winds had calmed and he was once again able to rest. He looked back at the sky "thank you." he whispered gratefully "thank you so much..." He put the broken staff down in front of him and looked down, he closed is eyes, becoming one with the earth.