Corrupted
He whispered, standing upright, confronting his fear.
These are the words he knows he would never speak, he could never but only to fight his fear, he spoke.
Arching a brow, he smirked, waiting for her to speak but lowering her head, her body froze accompanied by the sound of cracking bones.
Sighing, Zadicus, moved his hand with the imbued relics out when black flame-like shadows began to surround around it, forming into a sword.
His sword Crimson Malevolence, the ancient yet deadliest dark sword which had souls trapped in it.
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