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... m. He was exhausted, his body drenched in sweat from the mental exertion, but the fierce, triumphant smile from his victory in the previous Chapter still lingered.
He had done it. He had faced the "Sorrow" echo—the crimson eyes, the falling axe, the bottomless despair—and he had held. He had anchored himself in his own identity, his own memories, and the ancient, terrifying grief had reced-ed. He had not been consumed.
He was ready.
"Good," Kairen said, his voice steady, ...
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