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As you walked down the dimly lit hallway, the floorboards creaked beneath your feet, each step echoing like a hushed secret in the silence. The air carried a sense of anticipation, pregnant with the weight of unspoken truths. Shadows danced along the walls, their sinuous movements mirroring the elusive nature of the secrets they concealed.
Lost in your thoughts, determination etched into your every step, you caught snippets of distant voices drifting through the air. The familiarity of those voices tugged at your curiosity, pulling you closer to the source. Intrigued, you followed the sound, your instincts urging you to uncover the truths veiled in their conversation.
As you approached the corner of the corridor, the murmurs grew clearer, more distinct. Two voices, discernible yet intertwined, floated through the air like ethereal wisps of smoke. Recognising them instantly, your heartbeat quickened, your breath held captive in your chest.
Carefully, you pressed yourself against the wall, the rough texture digging into your back. Peering around the corner, you caught a glimpse of the figures of Fyodor and Fukuchi, their silhouettes illuminated by a flickering candle. Shadows cast dark masks upon their faces, lending an air of enigma to their conversation.
Their words hung in the air, laden with a sinister purpose. Your ears strained to catch every syllable, your heart pounding in your chest like a war drum. You listened intently, your mind racing to decipher the meaning behind their cryptic discussion.
Their words danced between the realms of grandiosity and madness, speaking of purification and the eradication of sin. The mention of a mysterious artifact called the "page" sent an instantaneous shiver down your spine, your curiosity transforming into a chilling realisation. This was no ordinary plan—it was a twisted vision of cleansing the world, of unmaking the very fabric of existence.
In that clandestine moment, the weight of the world crashed upon your shoulders. The gravity of the situation threatened to consume you, but your resolve burned brighter than ever. You clung to the fragments of their conversation, each word fuelling your determination to set things right, to escape the clutches of the Decay of Angels and protect the ones you held dear.
Silently, you withdrew from your hiding place, your mind racing with newfound knowledge. With each step you took, the echoes of their conversation reverberated in your ears, a symphony of treachery and redemption. You had glimpsed the dark underbelly of their plans, and it only strengthened your resolve to forge your own path, to reclaim your agency in a world veiled in shadows.
As you ventured forth, the hallway stretched before you, a path fraught with uncertainty. But in your heart of hearts, a flicker of hope burned brighter than ever, illuminating the path to your salvation.
