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Within the team and to the world there always was rapport,
With both as equals, never stepping past or seeking more.
Together, these two Ghostblade brothers formed an easy pair,
And through the years they each would shoulder their apportioned share.
By using Crying Devil and the contrasting Carved Ghost,
Primarily controlling buffs so Yuce damaged most.
The Ghostblade duo and their interwoven Rings were strong,
But in the end, come playoff time, it seemed to all go wrong.
If Li Xuan were to start again, a whole career redone,
Would he still choose to line up with two Ghostblades, or just one?
Perhaps if he and Wu Yuce went on their separate ways,
A champion would not be buried deep in purple haze.
At least for one of them, he might have undivided fame,
And Ghostblade Number One his indisputable nickname.
"But what good is it now to ponder all this useless mess?"
Thought Li Xuan, who then breathed a heavy sigh, feeling helpless.
So Li Xuan's head sank to his hands, accumulating pain,
While all his limbs grew wearier as though burdened with chains.
Their many years of synergy at long last brought a prize,
But even now, he'd only "held" the trophy with his eyes.
Dissatisfaction, an abyss of endless, deep despair,
Consumes its victims with no way to flee its piercing glare.
From darkness, Wu Yuce appeared, and Li Xuan, quite annoyed,
Unleashed it all by screaming at you; screaming at the void.