Prologue

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As I held the sword in my hands, I felt it. I felt the pull of power. This weapon, she belonged to me. It felt right, to hold the cold steel in my hand, very different from my guns. I looked at the looming building of the Academy, the place I used to call my home, filled with people I used to consider my family. For some reason, seeing it now made me sick.

We must do this now if we're doing this at all, the sword spoke to me. I narrowed my eyes.

"Yes... Yes, we must," I murmured in reply. "We must paint this whole world in red."

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