Argelli

I stared at the blade lying before me, its crimson hilt gleaming with a sinister allure, like a mother’s voice calling tenderly to her child. Its silent whispers filled the void around me, beckoning me closer, urging me to take hold of its intoxicating grip. My heart quickened, an involuntary response to its pull.

My hands moved almost on their own, trembling as they reached out. Slender fingers closed around the hilt, the sensation oddly warm, as though the blade itself were alive—breathing, waiting.

A sharp pang shot through my chest, sudden and searing, as if the blade had sunk its teeth into my very soul. My breath hitched, and the air seemed to freeze around me. The world tilted violently. Darkness surged, swallowing the edges of my vision, and before I could make sense of the pain, I collapsed. The void claimed me.

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