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FAREWELL TO HOME
Author: Toyin oke
last update2025-11-27 19:36:55

The first rays of dawn barely brushed the rooftops of the village, and the streets were still heavy with morning mist. Elior moved quietly through his small home, careful not to wake his parents. The bag he had prepared the night before lay open on the floor, packed with dried food, a change of clothes, and his most important possession—his twin essence blades, wrapped carefully in layers of cloth to suppress any faint shimmer of Primordial Essence. Even in rest, the blades hummed faintly with the latent energy he had sealed into them.

He lifted them gently, checking that the twin knives fit snugly against his side. His fingers lingered over the hilts for a moment. The energy flowing through them felt alive, almost sentient. He had tested them at home countless times, learning their weight, their reach, and the toll they demanded from his body. Even now, carrying them felt heavy—not in mass, but in responsibility. The blades were not merely weapons. They were a promise, a burden, and
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