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@sanguineordeals something worthy of remembrance."} His eyes glowed faintly now—not with light, but with memory. And the hunger for something more.

@sanguineordeals thousand years. His fangs exposed, grinning! Unfortunately for him, some of those hits did land...but, he paid no mind, so long as the other didn't strike his heart, they could do this all night! {"Now, show me the rest. Show me why you're here! I have waited long for —

@thycalamity Seems like she had further knowledge than him at the moment. He’ll have to identify her properly once this is done. Hand leaving his sword hilt, he finally falls to walk in line of where she’s going. There’s a hood over his head at the moment, footsteps heard—

@sanguineordeals warrior would meet it with a roar, flame erupting as their blades collided...a geyser of blue and black light bursting outward. The sound was less a clang and more a thundercrack...like time itself had flinched.

@sanguineordeals flame-bearer, if your fire can burn what time itself could not erase."} A single step, a single breath—and the Methuselah struck. Steel met steel. The blow was not fast, but inevitable—a descending arc that carved through the air like a guillotine of ages past. The younger —

@sanguineordeals {"Let us begin."} In a blur faster than sight, he closes the distance with talon like claws swiping for both of their necks; she raises her blade that slipped out from her sleeve as if to shield it, alerting him in that moment. "Xue Ying!"

@sanguineordeals He steps forward, tall, impossibly still. His eyes burn like coal—ancient, patient, and cruel. { "Do you know what it means to bleed in the presence of a God, children?"} A withered hand lifts, and the air around them turns cold enough for breath to come out in frost. —

@sanguineordeals smirk crossed her lips. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

@sanguineordeals through the mud if we don’t have to. So long as you hold your end, I’ll hold mine.” She turned, brushing her hair behind her ear, but her posture stayed close, deliberate—like she’d already decided to keep him within reach. Then, with a glance over her shoulder, a ghost of a —