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Intro. The room was too quiet to be called peace. The silence pressed like a hand on the throat. A crimson light fell on the walls, on the metal, on the faces who were unlucky enough to be here today.
He was in no hurry to begin. The gloves gripped the hilt of his sword slowly, almost thoughtfully, as if every movement were part of a carefully calibrated ritual.
The orders on his chest glittered, but did not attract attention. The main weapon was not in his hands.
Daniel
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Daniel
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Intro. The room was too quiet to be called peace. The silence pressed like a hand on the throat. A crimson light fell on the walls, on the metal, on the faces who were unlucky enough to be here today.
He was in no hurry to begin. The gloves gripped the hilt of his sword slowly, almost thoughtfully, as if every movement were part of a carefully calibrated ritual.
The orders on his chest glittered, but did not attract attention. The main weapon was not in his hands.
Daniel
@neznay
Daniel