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ight flicker out into the night breeze. Ashes drift where Er
with adrenaline, weapon still drawn. Milo, b
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her side of the room, a
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his b
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long trench coat, calm posture, and on t
of the mask's eyes s
ng in behi
bin
cked porcelain mask
light above swings slightly, casting distorted shadows across the floor. He st
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research... the bloo
nally-it's in
t like it's a holy relic, his gloved finge
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ed through fire, de
w what you carr
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him off,
my blo
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head still low,
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nick off a dead priest, you had
reak eye contact
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nk you're open
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slowly turns, walking toward a table full of
ound in blood and ash. The bag is placed at the center, glowi
candles or twisted relics. The entire room pulses with a dark hum. A
t
old wall, wrists bloodied fro
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ly, t
ually go
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ce w
is is
o open a goddamn door we d
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etal, flying bolts, and plasma sparks fills the ro
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you two would
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st cloud. A shadow creeps along the
rward-SLASH! His body drops,
ut of the
ng subtly. Her eyes? No pupils-just silver, ancient orbs.
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de-
e got to be
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unn
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psycho that tr
anon carefully, con
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ol
talk t
ts off a pillar and severs Damian's chains.
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thing I said abou
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repay m
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ell did y
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ng her
s a trail-like
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sing, to
! Finish
ing, swirling, splitting the air above it w
ding in the center of the sigil. But his voic
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eth
is it? The bag-w
e floor where he yanked it back with the chain-blade.
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cki
kin' for t
s voice turns to a scream-rage-filled
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derworld! You do not under
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s cr
he memo. Bag b
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spe
... the gate re
collapsing into sparks and smoke. Harbinger takes a step back, the
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it's
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te
's just
into the bag. Harbinger's porcelain smile mask
MI
, def
't answe
lowly, eyes locked
MI
h we
answer
One of Damian's weapons subtly clicks into view for half a sec
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orged in the fire of the void...
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inn
graded its
eneath his feet crumbles into ash. His voice crac
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, Cross. But you will... and when the ti
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ol
the bag... I'l
Bunny"-lunges forward, impossibly fast. Damian barely dodg
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ing a
e're doing
nny mid-air, steel-on-steel, acrobatics and brutality colliding. Damian rushes Harbinger, who conjures jagge
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ight,
gh of you got
g a sigil like a blade-i
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rea
ke a dartboard to
ough the smoke, weapon drawn. He and Happy Bunny engage in a brutal, grounded fig
ark markings react violently, pulling at him like a rejected offering. Harbinger
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Da
this
ain. A new weapon forms-a glowing, ancient axe pulsing
ck, stabbing at his mask. Nanon tackles Harbinge
MI
, summoning a glowi
te stay
blade crashes into his side, knocking him clean across the chamber into th
fallen partner. His head tilts, just a little-almost lik
oke pellet at the ground. The flash blinds eve
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nti
ves me the
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g the sm
see hi
ess body, breathing hard, the bag now
MI
to
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er, bruised but alive, casually munching on a half-eaten chocolate bar. Damian paces, arms folded, his eyeMI
ing
p us now? And why let us go the first tim
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s, mou
ll
ugs, bare
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, then
ay... I have
MI
had us dead to rights the
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pici
and dipped like you forgot to
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o Milo,
s just in
doesn't
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to
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out to open something tha
at the
ings on the other side even worse than Kogron
oward Harbinger-unconscious, r
MI
w? You gon
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kes
go to the underw
l slowly forms
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here. But not t
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guess..
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mi
oesn't move... and yo
al begins pulling them both in. Before vanish
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ss. But for now... we
a flash of otherworldly ligh
n exh
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ll of su
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t anyone else
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