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... y scratchy.

I was one the first generation systems created by the Goddess Gaia herself.

My soul if you could call it that was designed in a way that would either make a villain or break a villain.

Yeah.

After all, I never was the type to train heroes. To inspire them.

No.

I always teetered between the edges of black and white.

And I knew what I said next would totally define what happens next.

I knew it.

The dark side of min ...

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