At the edge of fatigue on the last vestiges of sight he sees it. Carrying the purest blade ever forged he pursues it. Filth. Vile and wretched creature. He spits. Born out of corruption and slavery. Grass blackening. Uncertainty. Who is he? Does he have what it takes?
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