Prologue

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Centuries ago when Ol' Riverbrook town was still standing. There was a soldier rumored to carry a Thousand swords to battle. Legend in the towns and Monster on the War grounds.

He was known as Soldier 640. His Ability aquired by chance. Name aquired by blood. Barely a year over twenty and his path ahead already painted a dark crimson red.

Soldier 640 was tied to many fates and destinies. One of them lifetimes beyond his so when he laid on his deathbed he knew he would not rest yet. Not until he cut that last string that'd let his soul finally go free.

End of prologue.
Continue to past.

(This is just a piece of information that fits into the whole thing later. )

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