Happy Life
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For some time, Genza gazes at his own reflection in the material of the blank.
- In the darkest moments, the sight of its steel will remind me of the things I have lost, but also of those I still want to preserve. It will drink the blood of those who thirst for my death, and of those to whom it is destined, and pierce the callous obsidian heart of the invulnerable phantom, from whose advance the earth trembles. What will happen next, I cannot predict. I will leave that to the discretion of the gods.
- In the darkest moments, the sight of its steel will remind me of the things I have lost, but also of those I still want to preserve. It will drink the blood of those who thirst for my death, and of those to whom it is destined, and pierce the callous obsidian heart of the invulnerable phantom, from whose advance the earth trembles. What will happen next, I cannot predict. I will leave that to the discretion of the gods.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
