UPDATED AS OF 06/07/24

Glad is he who bears the scars of life, for he has lived to see the dawning day. Loyal is he who endures the pain of death, yet rises again to fall on the blade.

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The moon's cold kiss felt a mockery, vengeful and vigilant. The wind blew from some direction or other. It stirred the grass and whistled through the trees. A shadow crossed overhead. A cloud, perhaps? No. A bird? No. Leon chanced a look.

There was nothing.

He took in a sharp breath. The air chilled his lungs. Had crossing the training yard transported him into a realm of nightmares? Surely his eyes deceived him. Surely the words which split the silence were but shaky figments of his mind. There was no other explanation.

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