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A cliff in the frozen waste. A single person stands atop it, their arms stretched out. Their cape billowing in the wind, they look to the sky one last time and utter their final words, "I'm coming for you. Anywhere, anytime. I'll find you." A sword is plunged through the small of their back. They fall to their knees as they turn to see themselves. The echo's face distorts into their best friend. Their best friend whispers, "I'm sorry, your path was too dark. I hope we'll meet again somewhere." The wind billows. The body falls.

“You have been consumed by the darkness”

Your friends are dying by your side and there is nothing you can do -

Blood splatters across the floor all around you - 

Only you are left to live -

 “You are the chosen one”

The demon speaks -

 “You will take upon their flesh and bones, and be reborn as the black sword”

The demon grabs the hilt of his sword and stabs it into you - 

Your friends bodies spiral around you slowly sucking towards your open stomach -

Darkness covers your eyes and you have become numb -

You’re finally able to see again and you feel power 
 
You have become the black sword -