Maxsodin cut her hand for the fourth time in the past minute. It was impossible to see the new cut on the already blood-soaked hand, but it was there.
Yet Maxsodin couldn't feel it.
She was perplexed. Four times she had sliced through the flesh and not once had she felt the slightest bit of pain.
Some flame of warning was flashing in the back of her mind, but she couldn't bring it forward.
She tossed the knife Braxyd had thrown at her aside. It, too, was blood-soaked.
Baffled, she slumped onto the floor, still staring at the dripping, oozing blood.
She blinked, not able to see that the whites of her eyes had gone black. Swirling, ominous black.
Nor was she able to comprehend her lack of pain.
Ten years after Organization XIII fell, the peace was disturbed. Four friends rose from the ashes of the once grand Organization with one goal in mind: defeat Sora once and for all! We shall see to it that our story is told. How we started from nothing, and became great. And we will tell it as it happens, for Organization IV has not been official for long. We must remain hidden... we mustn't be found... and yet we must grow strong...
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