Night pressed like ink across the city; rain erased the neon until the streets became a single, trembling mirror. In that mirror, Shirou Emiya saw himself fractured into a dozen versions: the boy who burned in the fire, the armorer who fixed what others broke, and the thing inside him that wanted nothing more than to be the blade that solved every wrong. Chapter 103 opened on that reflection and did not flinch.
| شموع محمد شمخ |
| اخي وأختي نورت المنتدي نتشرف بوجودك معنا بالمنتدى ويسعدنا انضمامك إلى اسرتنا المتواضعه نأمل من الله أن تنشر ابداعاتك في هذا المنتدى فأهـــــــــلاً وسهـــــــــــــــلاً بك ننتظــــــــــر الابداعات وننتظر المشاركات ونكرر الترحيب بك وتقبل خالص شكري وتقديري||محمدابراهيم شمخ |
| شموع محمد شمخ |
| هل تريد التفاعل مع هذه المساهمة؟ كل ما عليك هو إنشاء حساب جديد ببضع خطوات أو تسجيل الدخول للمتابعة. |
Night pressed like ink across the city; rain erased the neon until the streets became a single, trembling mirror. In that mirror, Shirou Emiya saw himself fractured into a dozen versions: the boy who burned in the fire, the armorer who fixed what others broke, and the thing inside him that wanted nothing more than to be the blade that solved every wrong. Chapter 103 opened on that reflection and did not flinch. |
