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Legacy Name: 2343

Flames scorch this ravaged Earth. There is no one left. No one. Except two: the creature who lived, and the one who started this all. And ended it, for that matter. The ground rumbles, and a fiery red, flaming dragon bursts forth. The Reborn King, as he calls himself, finally has it all. Except... A battered creature limps into the remains of the blackened forest, flopping down and licking its wounds, eyes always alert, watching for flame flares or, worse, the Reborn King himself.

"Number 2343..." mutters the King to himself. His eyes glow fiery red, and you can almost see the very embers of what is left of his heart and soul inside him. There were 2,342 others like that creature, and yet this one, this one stubborn creature that refuses to die, is still left. How is that possible? The King had made sure that no one survived. This world is his, and must not be shared by any other creature. So how is this one still left?

He watches this creature, number 2343, limp around, before disappearing from view behind a blackened stump and reappearing moments later, limp and wounds gone, bounding along like nothing happened. It had looked hungry before, now it looked well-fed and happy. "What?" rumbles the Reborn King. "I must go see this stump for myself." He spreads his wings and flies over to the stump. 2343, sensing his presence, vanishes. The King barely notices, instead pawing at the ground beside the stump, trying to figure out what happened. He bites the stump, and accomplishes nothing, except blackened teeth. He digs beneath the stump, only to find packed dirt and dead roots.

Frustrated, the King uproots the stump and throws it across the forest, setting fire to it for good measure. Aha! There was something underneath this stump after all. A gilded chest, smudged with ash and dirt, lays half-buried beneath the ground. The King pries it out and fiddles with the lock unsuccessfully before smashing it against a tree. The lock falls off, and the King laughs menacingly. "Oh yes. Finally, little one, you will die. Without this box, there is no way for you to heal yourself!" He flips open the box, where a power crystal and one golden shell reside, before the entire chest bursts with blinding white light.

Inside the Reborn King, his heart and soul are battling the light, before vanishing altogether. The King himself blinks out of existence soon after, for no one can exist without a heart or soul. From behind a scorched stump, number 2343 steps out and shakes itself, watching as the world unfolds itself, trees growing, rivers flooding, grass and flowers bursting into bloom. The sun shines once more, and the fires cease. Satisfied, 2343 blinks once and bursts into flame, disappearing into the Earth, waiting for the Apocalypse once more.