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The Dove of Steel (18)

Isaac didn’t get much time to think about it, instead, the only thought through his mind was pure pain. Not only had his wounds caught up to him, but so had the shadow man’s blade, straight into his chest.

He could feel something being drained from inside him, almost as if his soul was being stabbed instead of him. He felt so weak, his perfectly crafted fullblade felt like a wall, and he could no longer lift it with the same audacity.

His voice was weak but he managed to squeeze out the words,

“What have you done to me?”

The shadow man merely laughed, and replied,

“Your strength? That should return after some rest, as for your rage, you should ask Linda instead, after all isn’t she the one who made you stop?”

Isaac couldn’t respond, he just didn’t have the will anymore.

Why could she stop me like that? What is going on?

Isaac fell to the ground, conscious, but paralyzed.

The shadow man said,

“We could cure you, you could be a normal person, but you might have to do something for us.”

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