Jenso felt a brief warmth course through his body, but a moment later, it faded. Luke waited, but nothing noted danger. The room was still silent, without even a breeze upsetting the dust on the floor.

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	Vale cringed at Bruce's action and closed his left hand, pointing his blade towards Bruce with the other. His eyes narrowed. "Such a soul is reverent, [i]the sands do not shift for just anybody,[/i] paths, intertwined, spinning, turning, up, through the darkness of the void, and [i]back into the lap of my sword.[/i]"

	Vale clasped the handle of his blade and spun it so that one of the flattened edges was facing Bruce. Two white circles were etched into the perfectly black blade. "Ying... Yang..."