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I know I'm not on this journey alone. As long as there are still some Summoners roaming the earth and I've seen some, here and there... ...forged destinies age into maturity awaiting fair fellows equipped to fulfil universally foretold fate etched into their frail, yet revitalised skin.
Lining my forearm a mark summons into spirit an awakening, some calling that feels gravely qualified, like a concern undeniably burning of crucially faithful quality.
Sensing the linen texture as I grip my short sword, I hope that many will join me...