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"Give up my powers in return for salvation...sounds like a good idea." Koorittou replied to Szanod. "IF I WERE A WEAKLING!"
Koorittou now realized what Matt had been talking about this entire time, about not giving up even after mistakes. Despite his mistakes, all of them, Koorittou now had a purpose. He could TRY to protect the people he served and TRY to reverse the curse he had set upon his scared land. He now weilded a sword that protected something greater than just a piece of land, he now protected himself and the world. Failure was not an option.
With a renewed spirit, Koorittou felt some of his strength returning. His ice blue eyes twinkled once again, and his ora started to slowly reform around his body. Though he was weak, he was ready to fight, to protect.
"Matt." Koorittou said turning to his angelic ally. "Let's do this."
Koorittou returned to the spot where he had launched his last attack and retrieved his katana. It's metal blade gleamed in the sun, which had now broken through the darkened sky, bringing new hope. Upon picking the sword up, it's iceblade began to reform. He was ready.
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