With every death, my power grows. Each soul that vanishes into the shadow sends an electric surge coursing through my veins, igniting a hidden strength. Every life extinguished from the surface of Keer feeds the beast within, but there is a price, a harrowing toll. Only the deaths of those I have cherished, those I hold dear, and those I have yet to love, can awaken the full extent of this cursed Arcanum (superpower/ability). Once hailed as a gift, a glimmer of hope in the darkness, it now chains me to an unending torment. This "blessing" is no salvation, it is my agony, my burden, my madness.

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I'm also re-writing each chapter. (Gotta make it better ^⁠-⁠^)

Chapter 11 - Anderson's Memory