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... his vision—of a world once filled with laughter, trust, and warmth—still shimmered behind his eyes, like dying embers in a dark void. But warmth no longer served him. He stood alone amidst the cold ruin of memory, where names had become tombstones and love a chain rusted with regret.
His hand, blood-crusted and trembling, gripped the hilt of the Death-Refinement Dagger. Its dark blade pulsed softly, as if sensing his hesitation—his final chain, still unbroken.
"To cultivate death ...
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