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A thousand years ago, two Paladins escaped from an Esseling attack.


“Next time…” mumbled Avicinda weakly, eyes closing as he rested his head upon the rock Chigda had lain him against.

“Don’t speak,” said Chigda, fighting the guilt that came with seeing Avicinda take an attack meant for him. Dark Essence oozed from the hole in Avicinda’s side; the result of the battle that had gone wrong, wiping out half their squad.

“I’ll be your friend again,” continued Avicinda quietly.

Chigda took his hand; it was getting colder. “I’ll be Wish Master by then, you know.”

“Then I’ll serve you in my next life.” And Avicinda smiled, and breathed his last.