In the endless verse of cultivation… on the shadowed road of power…
Revenge it was considered a sacred rite.
Forged in the crucible of betrayal's flame, where each ember whispers the name of the betrayer in tongues of smoke and ash.
It is not the swift slash of fury's blade, but the slow, savoring twist, letting the wounds bleed…
Like wine from a broken chalice, dark and rich, staining everything it touches forever.
Memorable as the scar that lingers long after the storm, etched in the flesh of time, a testament to the hunter who became the altar, and the prey who fed the gods of retribution.
To wield it is to dance with eternity's echo… where justice is not blind—no, it sees all.
And forgets nothing…
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It didn't take long for Ash and Raven to reach the next world… Raven had initially thought they would simply destroy the Galaxy but after Ash mentioned Revenge 101… something entirely different came to light… or would it be better to say drenched in darkness?
