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I should have died. —-And yet, it was there in the darkness of the Abyss that you became truly alive.—- (I lie amongst swamp and rock and ruin. The Abyss is not unending after all. The wrathful sounds of unchecked nature draw close. Down here, it is dark. And in the dark, they thrive. I am… broken.) (—-And now, you are unbroken.—-) (I am… unbroken. I see your Luster. Disarming the beasts who dared to approach, their flesh melting in your presence.) (—-And we see yours.—-) (I rise. Broken and then unbroken. What is this thing that grants life?) (—-We are opportunity.—-) (And I am?) (—-Ruin.—-) (And what am I meant to do?) (—-Ruin.—-) (Your voice subsides, but your Luster remains—it is a familiar one. Like that of our Umbral Sun.) (Rheliksbane lies nearby, broken in two. You mend it with your Luster. It is whole, again. But even more so than before, as if imbued with the wrath of vengeful gods.) (Miles above, I see the axis that sits between our bright city of Lubrae and our shadowed Wildlands. By now, my clan must be inside the city.) (I pocket your Luster before I thrust my Glaive into the sheer wall that separates me from my vengeance. I lift myself with one hand gripping the slate. Then another thrust of the Glaive, raising me ever closer towards my goal.) (No more chances. No more wavering. No more weakness.)