Hunters: The Prequel
It was this very heart that was at the crux of every conflict, and it was this heart that was pierced by the sword born from such conflict.
In a cave on a remote planet that had very little life, Blackstone sat in meditation. His breathing was rough and rugged, and his body riddled with injuries, the most severe being the large, gapping hole in his chest. His shut eyes fluttered constantly in pain as blood flowed freely from the forcefully opened orifices of his body. He sat silently for hours. Soon, the bleeding stopped, and the holes that had opened up closed as his wounds scabbed over. After two more hours, the scabs fell off, revealing smooth regenerated skin that was as fine as a newbor
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