ORIGIN

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As Bacchus rested, his mind gradually cleared the effects of the venom from his system.

When he felt he was back to full awareness, he first checked his injuries. They were not as bad as they had felt in the moment, though they would undoubtedly take time to heal.

Then he investigated his prize.

It was a purple stone, amusingly enough. A pinker shade of purple than his eyes, but purple nonetheless. A purple topaz.

He carefully plucked the stone from the body that had begun to turn to oil while he had been been resting.

It was his now. Soon, it would be a part of his legacy.

[Exit Bacchus]
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