Noctillion ran through the lush forest, flinching at every stick cracked beneatch his claws. The fire scorched the forest behind him, the heat searing his tail. "keep running" he said to himself quietly, looking behind him at the flames. He remembered Octavians last words to him. "Legends Never Die."
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