The Prophecy's Pawn
he hissed, his voice strong regardless of his frail state.
"No," I said firmly, standing up alongside him. "We fight this together."
He gave a surprised look, but he didn't protest. His hand stayed linked with mine, a wordless symbol of our union. My heart raced as I gazed at the beast, my instincts screaming for me to go. But when the pendant warmed up, I felt a peculiar peace come over me, as if it was whispering something to me—guiding me.
Victor stood on the brink of the rift, his golden eyes gleaming with victory. "Magnificent, isn't it?" he asked, his voice filled with adoration that chilled me. "The Shadow Reaper, born of prophecy and bound to the power you've just unleashed."
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