vagabonds
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Story transcript
Wolverine: Another battlefield. Another war that ain't mine.
Wolverine: Anyone else smell that? Death's got a particular stink to it.
Himura Kenshin: These warriors died with honor, that they did. Their blades still clutched in their hands.
Himura Kenshin: Even in death, they refuse to surrender.
Chosen Undead: Another cycle. Another realm of fog. We are cursed to wander eternally.
Chosen Undead: (Is this yet another test? Or merely the cruel joke of some forgotten deity?)
Riven: Something moves among the dead. We're not alone here.
Wolverine: Finally, something I understand. You all might talk pretty, but I speak violence fluently.
Himura Kenshin: This one has sworn never to kill again. But that does not mean I cannot fight.
Himura Kenshin: Perhaps our paths have crossed for a reason, that they have.
Chosen Undead: Wait! I recognize these markings. This isn't just any battlefield...
Chosen Undead: This is where legends come to die when they're forgotten!
Riven: Then we fight not just for survival, but for memory. For purpose.
Riven: I refuse to fade into obscurity. Not again.