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Prologue

Milliardo gradually regained consciousness. He waited until his head stopped spinning before he slowly opened his eyes. At first everything was fuzzy, and he had to blink a few times before the blurry mass in front of him solidified into a familiar face.

Treize looked down at the younger man with a concerned expression. "Are you alright?"

Milliardo nodded, but regretted it instantly when his head throbbed in protest. He raised his hand to wipe a trickle of blood from his forehead. For just a moment he wasn't sure what had happened and how he had gotten injured, but then his memory returned. He had been attacked, he was fighting, and he hadn't been alone…
"Where is Otto?"

Treize grimaced, but didn't answer. He raised his head slightly, looking a something beyond Milliardo's right shoulder.

As Milliardo turned his head to follow his gaze he noticed something that looked like a body, covered with a gray cloak. The young man swallowed. It felt like an ice-cold hand was clutching his heart. It can't be. It just can't. He is the light wielder, he can't be dead!

"I'm sorry," Treize whispered. "I came as soon as you called for me, but unfortunately not fast enough. By the time I got here they were already gone."

Milliardo growled as he tried to sit up. His eyes sparkled coldly, like ice crystals. They hadn't even bothered killing him. There was no need to. They knew that even his and Treize's powers combined were no match for the Sword of Darkness.
The blade! Milliardo remembered suddenly. He looked around searchingly. "Where is the blade?"

Treize almost gasped. "You found the blade?"

Milliardo nodded solemnly. "We pinpointed the location early this morning, but we wanted to wait till nightfall before retrieving it. They must have been watching us all along. I'm not sure how they managed to hide themselves; I didn't even feel their presence. They attacked us as soon as we had possession of the blade. I told Otto to retreat. I was hoping to be able to stop them long enough for him to escape, but there were just too many." The young man turned his head and looked at the covered body, before lowering his gaze. "I failed."

"Don't say that. It was not your fault," Treize replied quietly. "If somebody is to blame it would be me. I should have never let the two of you go on your own."

"It doesn't matter who's at fault." Milliardo's lips turned into a thin line. "Otto is dead, they took the blade. Now Ventuno only needs to get his hands on the second piece of the sword and he will become invincible. Face it, Treize. Without the light wielder, we are done for."

"It's not over yet, Milliardo. Perhaps there is still a way to stop him."