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Tadamichi descended through the tunnels of his underground home, wiping the telltale signs of blood from the corners of his perfect lips. It had indeed been an interesting evening. The priestess’s love for his brother was broken and all of her allies were either dead or beyond her help. It wouldn’t be long before she broke entirely and he would offer her a safe place to turn to… his arms.
If she came to him willingly… then the treaty would not be broken.
Slipping off his elaborate cloak, he stepped into his inner sanctum and froze. Everything was not as he had left it. His eyes bled red and he clenched his fists so hard, his long nails dug deep within the skin of his palms.
Hyakuhei was gone… freed. The dagger lay on the floor next to the staff, both resonating a powerful aura.
