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When the afternoon sun goes out, my pupils will turn red, the color of blood and war. I don't know when I got used to the smell of blood, I made a shameful decision that will probably follow me to eternity. I will never forgive the filth that, with my own hands, destroyed a family—the descendants of my best friend. The person I trusted the most and also hated the most, the one who left me and died in that battle.

I opened my eyes. Nothing, only endless darkness. Take it easy, it's not necessarily nothing. I smell something, what is this smell? That's right, the smell of old book pages. I lay there for a while longer to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Moments later, for a few dozen minutes or hours, I could faintly see a faint red light emanating from one side.

I tried to lift this heavy body and slowly walked in that direction. There I saw a sphere radiating red light. I hesitated for a moment and then touched it. The moment my hand reached the orb, lights from
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