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Fallen, he looks around the room, scanning the hard faces of the men surrounding him. Some held a devilish sneer, some a triumphant smirk, others a half-smile that shone with pity. One of them stepped forward, pointing the blade at the middle of his face before lowering it to meet his neck. As he pressed it to the soft flesh, the blade nicked him and blood trickled downwards, staining his clothes a bright crimson. He started at the blade. Eyes solemn and unmoving. Similar to his own, the emblem of the silver Aquila shimmered slightly near the hilt under the moonlight. His eyes travelled towards the pale hand, not shaking, gripping at the sw

My shell is empty, Soul, long has gone. Stopped to listen, The Lonely Siren's Song. It draws on me, Taking more than is to take. I worry not for the pain, For I feel no more. It stakes its claim on me, I struggle fruitlessly under its paw. I wonder why even though I had given up, why do I still fight back? My sight returns to me, I see the road ahead. My ears hear a sweet melody, A strangest Serenade. Watch me, dear stranger, Listen clearly now. I will become the strongest yet, and sing the strongest song.