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... The sound of careful footsteps echoed softly on the varnished floor, each step of Sepphirothy resonating with restrained determination. She crossed the front door with attentive eyes, her long silver hair swaying like veils of mist with each movement.
The energy in the air was wrong. There was no presence of combat, nor any sign of disaster, but something was… missing. As if a key piece had been removed from the board.
Sepphirothy’s gaze scanned the rooms for any sign of Vergil. ...
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