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“Pegasus...” he rasped, fingers scraping stone. “...Ryūsei...”

“Strike.”

The blood did not feel like his own.

Why do we fight? he thought. Not as a question. As a mantra. Saint Seiya

It was too warm, too thick, too final as it ran down the cracked marble of the Sanctuary steps. Pegasus Seiya lay on his back, the shattered remains of his Gold Cloth glinting like dying stars around him. The sky above was a bruise of violet and black—the Solar Eclipse, unnatural and absolute, devouring Helios himself. “Pegasus