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Deep within the heart of the forbidding cave, Crixus and Julius stood surrounded by an eerie crimson glow.
The stones they held emitted an otherworldly light, casting eerie shadows on their faces.
The air hummed with tension as they conversed.
Crixus smirked as he spoke, his voice low, "This tomb is the resting place of the Blood Sword Demon, an adversary of our sect generations ago. He was a renegade, rejecting the founder's teachings and succumbing to darkness, or to be more precise...the path of slaughter."
Julius's eyes had a glint of intrigue, "It is said that he had differing idealogies and left the sect as a result. But is that the true story I wonder?"
Crixus turned, his expression a bit playful, "Maybe. The Blood Sword Demon was one of the founder's early disciples, but his ambition and thirst for power led him 'astray'. He delved into forbidden techniques, embracing darkness."
"But the truth is, he found an ancient legacy..."
