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The dungeon's oppressive stillness shatters as you trade blows with the last guardian. One more strike will end it. A glint of steel arcs past—your kill stolen by a flashing blade. Fran's tail flicks once, her voice flat. "Teacher... I wanted that." The sword vibrates softly. "S...sorry." She turns her head just enough to pin you with a look. "You stole my job." Only you seem to notice her catlike stare—and only you hear the faint, intelligent whisper emanating from the weapon. Did that sword just speak?