Depression Saga: The Crystal Shards.
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For saving my friends, I must betray them first.
Misunderstanding stuff was my first mistake, taking a deal was the second one, but I'm not planning a third one.
This shards will help me, with these shards I'm going to save them all, with these shards I'm going to destroy them all.
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