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The general stood at the altar, holding a glowing, brilliant white crystal that seemed to hum with pure energy. It burned Kaito's eyes just to look at it.

The rain never reached the floor of the Rashomon Valley, evaporating against the cursed heat of the Akatsuchi invaders. From the jagged peak of the Shadow's Reach, Kaito looked down at the burning village. His skin was pale as porcelain, mapped with black, pulsing veins that betrayed the Shadow Essence rotting him from the inside out. He was an Aragami, an undead warrior born of darkness, destined to lose his mind to the void if he could not break the curse. Aragami 2 [0100787018198800][v65536][US].nsp.rar

"I knew your kind would come for it," the general sneered, drawing a massive claymore that burst into bright orange flames. "You are nothing but walking corpses, Aragami. You belong in the dirt!" The general stood at the altar, holding a

He focused his mind, drawing on the cursed blood in his veins. Shadow Leap. He blinked from the roof directly into the tall grass behind a patrolling guard. With a swift, practiced motion, Kaito grabbed the soldier from behind. He didn't use his blade. He struck a precise pressure point on the soldier's neck, rendering him unconscious before dragging his body into the brush. A non-lethal approach was harder, but Kaito refused to let the bloodlust accelerate his curse. From the jagged peak of the Shadow's Reach,

The general swung the flaming sword, sending a wave of fire across the room. Kaito rolled to the side, the heat singing the edges of his dark cloak. He counter-attacked, his twin daggers clashing against the massive blade. The force of the blow rattled Kaito's bones, and the proximity to the fire made the shadow veins on his arms scream in agony.

He leaped from the precipice, dissolving into a cloud of black smoke mid-air. He materialized soundlessly on the tiled roof of an enemy barracks. Below him, the Akatsuchi soldiers, fire-worshippers who had enslaved his people, marched with torches that cut aggressively through the night.