The Sword of Memory hummed in Scholar Jane’s hand, the blade swirling with the light and shadow of forty-seven epochs. Countless lives and deaths, laughs and tears of various "Janes" and "Qiyues" surged through her nervous system like an electrical current, scorching every synapse.
The white light blade of Executor-00 was already descending toward her face.
Jane reflexively blocked it with her sword.
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