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... blank expression on his face, he walked and as soon as he reached the dark, empty reception room, he drew his black sword.
Wrapping the blade with his right hand, Lennox moved it without hesitation.
A chilling sensation.
Blood smeared on his hand.
However, bizarrely, instead of the red blood dripping to the floor, it evaporated without a trace. As if the sword greedily absorbed the blood.
(The taste of blood is always tempting.)
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