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... s, spreading like webbing through the dream.
When he slashed, the world itself tore apart. It wasn't a unique blade, it wasn't anything special, if it wasn't for having followed him during his whole life.
No, it wasn't special; any blade would do the work. What mattered was the user.
Just his will, cutting sideways through dimensions. The battlefield broke open like pages torn from a burning book.
Air turned inside out, time flickered.
But the Slumbering K ...
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