Chikara retracted his blade. "I fear for you, Araeana. You get by on luck. That contact you were meeting was going to kill you if I hadn't of exterminated him. That power I sought... You." Chikara didn't know why he was speaking like this at all. He shook his head and stood up, replacing half of his mask, only showing one eye, the Red one, with the scar. "We need to move. Now."
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