Five Days Before the Beast Tide.
Outside the Black Vanguard headquarters, a vibrant scene was unfolding. Thousands of men and women, all in their CPWs, stood proudly.
Cheers and shouts erupted as the ceremony took place, assigning ranks and roles for the upcoming battles. Yet, along with this celebratory bustle, a contrast existed in the Vanguard's dark office.
Sunlight, filtered through heavy drapes, barely illuminated the room where Adrian sat huddled in a corner.
His attention fixed on a dagger in his right hand. Its blade, crafted from a material as black as a moonless night, gleamed with an unsettling aura. The grey hilt, wrapped in a stark white bandage, seemed a perfect counterpoint to the darkness of the blade.
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Weapon
Daggers of Eternal Night (C Rank/upgradable):
Daggers forged in the flames of a million tortured souls. It is said those who die by it's blade are condemned to eternal torment.