Scardrac
Felsummer
Two stand together in complete darkness. Their voices hushed, but far from gently.
A voice of hope and caution spoke: "There is one. Are you prepared?"
But the statement was given silent pause. So began her cold defiance.
Her iron march drowned any mote of hope for salvation.
"It shall not be. They are spoiled. Unfit."
From the dark, an aching creak, a fist clenched, and then...
The pure light of change.
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