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... rom the last strike,still trembling with leftover death mana. I forced it back under control and poured in more.
Deeper.
Thicker.
The pure black coat wrapped around the glass edge... then slowly shifted.
Death peeled away like smoke.
And corruption took its place.
It oozed up from the hilt like tar being dragged from some bottomless pit. The blade didn’t glow it dripped. Thick, viscous droplets slid down the edge and hit the stone with sharp little ...
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