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... the solidified starlight painting his face in ethereal hues. It felt impossibly light, yet thrummed with a dense, contained power that sang in his bones. He had done it. He had forged a weapon from his own will, anchored by the memories in his ’Inner Sanctum’.
He gave it a test swing, cutting through the misty air of the Sanctum. The blade moved with a speed he wasn’t prepared for, leaving a faint, glowing trail that hung in the air for a heartbeat before dissolving. It made no sound, j ...
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