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And so it ends. My history comes
full circle. Sensing its twin, the wraith blade uncoiled itself from me.
And instead, wound lovingly around its former self. I felt its grip
loosen. And as the blade left me, its absence chilled me more than its
presence ever had. A foreboding sense of emptiness and loss stole over
me. And a terrible revelation gathered like a storm at the edge of my
awareness. With all other foes exhausted, the conjoined blades turned
themselves on me! And I realized, finally, why I had sensed nothing when
Janos offered me the blade. The Reaver was never forged to be a
soul-stealing weapon. The ravenous, soul-devouring entity trapped in the
blade was... and always had been... ME! This is why the blade was
destroyed when Kain tried to strike me down. The Reaver could not devour
its own soul. The paradox shattered the blade. So, this was my terrible
destiny... to play out this purgatorial cycle for all eternity. I could
not bear it. Despair overwhelmed me. |