Prologue: Synchronous

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Black darkness and a chill wind enveloped him in comforting arms as he stared unseeing, into the night, cursing at the feelings, the thoughts, tormenting him, it was time to embrace his destiny, to bring his inner demons into the light, to become protector, warrior, weapon...
And then she smiled, a wisp of memory, so fleeting yet so haunting, her image lost in the passage of seconds, leaving him floating in the barren wasteland of his world.
He shook away the memory and made ready. Tonight, he would take control! And begin to reclaim a bit of his soul or at least what was left of it...

Fate begins to unfold...

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