Watching the doors groan open, moaning in protest, I silently held Iris in her gleaming crystal sheath. The blade, carved from pure crystal, shimmered and shone inside her cage, wanting to show the world what she could do.
“Just a little bit longer, baby…”
In response, she vibrated as if purring. I stroked down her sheath, entering the room, the only sounds being the steps that trailed behind me. Hand ready on the hilt, I faced the overconfident grin of my enemy with a defiant monotone gaze.
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