"So...he is finally returning. Fine than...I will need to kill Sans...in order for my plan to commence. He will be a interference to my plan. Alright than...we will need to capture and find the location of where Sans might find the last Elemental Orb. I will need it to kill him. Once we have the Orb...it will be his last."

After the meeting his finally ended, I than used the shadow to transport where I need to go to...the location of the Fallen Beacon.

the location of the Fallen Beacon

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The academy has become a mess

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The academy has become a mess. There are parts of Beacon down, pieces of it scattered across the large landscape, and there Grimm present here. Normally, I would feel happy...but I felt...something else...it was as thought...I was sad...I than shook my head. I should not be feeling this pathetic emotion! I am supposed to be Salem's Henchman...and not a person that can feel remorse. But there is the question that always came into my mind...who am I truly? I know that Salem has created me...but I realized that is not true...there is something else more to the story than she spoke. I need to find out what it is. I than spread my cloak and sleeves...and I quickly took flight.

I looked around in the rubble of the once grand academy that was still standing

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I looked around in the rubble of the once grand academy that was still standing. As I looked around, I had a sharp sight and saw a strange ripped paper. I went down to it, and picked it out of the pile of chunk rocks. I than used my Gaster Obscruo Blaster (yes I named it after me, do not judge me) and used its loud scream and send the rocks flying, while also grabbing right onto the photo.

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