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... ow, buried by metal and gunpowder.
What remained of its legacy was just a decoration on walls, humiliating.
Yet now, standing before him was a boy who spoke of the sword with sincerity. Seeing that fierce resolve in Kael’s eyes, the old man couldn’t help but remember the fire that once burned in his own.
"Beautifully said, Kael," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "It seems you have matured alongside your sword."
Kael smiled, bowing slightly in respect. " ...
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