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Chapter 2
Legend speaks of a sealed box that imprisons a demonic Soul.
It had once been locked away, yet there are those who know nothing of its danger…
They seek to gather Souls and summon it once more.
The demon, that dark Soul… they wish to kill its master.
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Inside a laboratory,
I'm checking the Souls that have been destroyed.
Most of them are barely holding on.
It's nothing serious—
until I learned that someone seeks to resurrect it…
The era of frost.
I didn't care at first—
after all, it had already been destroyed once…
by me.
"Ha… finally, freedom at last."
Fear grips me as a voice pierces through my mind.
A chilling sensation cuts through my body.
I collapse into a pool of blood as it shatters the walls.
Then it vanishes, carried by the light,
its very being twisted by overwhelming power.
I'm still regenerating—
it knows that killing me would mean its own end.
Every Soul here… belongs to me.
Struggling to stand, blood dripping from my body,
I glance at the Soul containers.
I don't care about them right now.
There are still some I've created that remain untouched.
But my priority is to heal these shattered ones…
and hunt down that madman.
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The magic box has been found.
But it demands more Souls.
Entire nations will be slaughtered,
their Souls harvested
to awaken it…
and end this wretched life once and for all.
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