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"M-me? I'm not of your race!" Edward reminded him.
"That doesn't matter. The evil beasts aren't of my race either, but they're cursed."
Edward was shocked by his words.
"Curses only affect those who live here for a certain amount of time. They are divine curses brought on by a race's disobedience, so you should resign yourself to it." Malakor laughed.
'Will I be struck by that curse?' Even though he hadn't experienced the pain this man spoke of, just seeing his bones shattered made it hard not to imagine it.
Malakor was supported solely by the strength of his power, for his bones no longer functioned. Would he ever end up like that?
Why had he come to this place in the first place?
'This is a curse in itself…' Edward clenched his fists. Fear of the unknown gripped him.
But at that moment, he felt the sword in his hand. His gaze shifted from Malakor's face to his sword. He ran his fingers over it a few times to feel his connection to it.
