Breaking--
Brock
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“Dear Avva, the power you’ve given me is great, and so allow me to bestow it upon someone else. I vow to make a contract,” he states while cutting open the palm of his hand with a knife and drawing blood from mine before shaking my hand with a tight grip, “and let this contract bind us unto death.
“Dear Avva, let Brock embrace the strength of my zol, the light of my soul, and the heart of my strength. Like two brothers in arms, let us share a bond which will ensure that we both make it out of here alive. Let two soldiers become one, marching on until we’ve seen this mission through to its end.
“Dear Avva, let this contract bind us. Let us survive this hell together.”
With those words, I feel the rush of adrenaline spread through me; I feel the onset of sharp, agon
