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Vance and Winslow faced each other within the cave, auras aflame. Behind Vance, Eden calmly watched the two, while Cliff readied his broken shotgun. Slowly, Winslow reached into the pockets of his frock coat and withdrew two small, silver sickles. With a cruel smile, he sent both flying out at an incredible speed. Vance had never been in a real fight, but from the moment he discovered he could use otherworldly energy, he immediately felt empowered. It felt special, like the heroes in comics and video games he'd grown up with. For the first time since his mother left him, he felt like he mattered. But when the two sickles came flying straight for him, he felt genuinely scared. The weapons flew right over Vance's head as he ducked in the nick of time. A chilling breeze shot down the back