Song of the Winter Solstice
The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness.
The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day.
Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential.
Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw
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