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... ts as the sun dipped low over the desert horizon. The wind whispered against his cloak, but something else stirred in the silence—unease.
He glanced at the artifacts tucked or bound across his body: the Endblade at his side, the Abyssal Glove flexing at his fingers, rings gleaming with dormant power, the Phantom Chain loosely coiled like a shadowy snake around his shoulder.
Six. He had six now.
"Almost there..." he muttered.
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