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Praxic Blade

A Weapon of Hope, to cut a line between Light and Dark.

TYPE: TOWER SURVEILLANCE FEED, KEPLER REDACTION WATCH [00971]

PARTIES: [2]. Guardian-type, Titan [u.1]; Warlock [u.2]

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[u.2:01] Dozens of reports across the City, the Farm, the territories… Citizens are encountering unexplained transmutations of matter. Oxygen becoming any number of toxic gases. Corridors shortening, lengthening, dropping into impossible sinkholes, and worse. A dozen disappearances. Three confirmed deaths so far. The people want answers.

[u.1:01] Every available Guardian is scouring the planet, looking for exactly that. Except for the ones in Drifter's crew.

[u.2.:02] What if we're missing something? What if the Drifter is correct, that the Barant Imperium are involved with the Nine?

[u.1:02] Then they'll be exactly where we need them to be. That crew can handle gods. That's why they're out there. And why Aunor is with them.

[u.2:03] You weren't on [REDACTED]—the Nine operate without linear logic. If there are any detachments you can spare—

[u.1:03] The Earth and the city need us, Ikora. We patrol the Earth and our territories until we find the source of these phenomena. If III's death was the cause, there must be a way to repair the damage. [REDACTED], and everything that went on there, remains classified until we have answers.

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