{Warning: There will be brutality in this chapter}
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"After all, this is the story that you started," Axel said, his tone dripping with a cold, menacing venom. "The story that started… all due to your incompetence."
The words hung in the freezing air, heavy as lead. Daniel's entire frame trembled in violent, uncontrollable rage, his jaw clenching so hard his teeth threatened to shatter.
A hideous, grotesque grimace of unparalleled fury twisted his features as pitch-black darkness encroached upon his once-pure white soul. The last lingering shreds of his humanity dissolved into the abyss.
Slowly, with terrifying deliberation, his right hand reached down toward the fallen blade resting in the pooling blood. His fingers curled around the leather-bound hilt, gripping it until his knuckles turned bone-white.
