Shadowmire
As Vincent's breath synchronized with the pulsating rhythm of the black liquid, an extraordinary phenomenon began to unfold.
Despite believing he had gained access to all of Fenrir's memories, a new and previously unknown memory began to unravel within his mind. It was as if the very essence of the dark liquid was revealing secrets hidden deep within Fenrir's consciousness.
No, a more accurate description would be that what Vincent was experiencing at that moment was not just a memory belonging to Fenrir, but rather a memory imprinted within the very essence of the black liquid itself.
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"Hey, partner," a man spoke, his black hair tousled by the wind, his golden eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and weariness as he surveyed the horizon.
The sprawling landscape was covered by the ravages of war – a grim reminder of the effect of an all battle between two opposing forces.
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!