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here]Sephiroth's silence continued as he walked into the quiet main room of the Chapel. It was just like every other night, devoid of all life other than themselves and the flicker of candles against the wall. He automatically scanned the area searching for any danger, and after currently finding none, Sephiroth began to move off to the side
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The Ancient followed Cloud into the Chapel, her eyes quickly scanning the seemingly empty room. It was just as disturbing as last night, but with any luck they would find something else useful tonight.
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There was the familiar grind of the door opening the hidden compartment room. He walked over and peered inside, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the sight of that same dead guy in the fancy robes. "Seriously, you need a grave," he said as he crouched into the hold to find that there was another glint of metal.
Reaching over, he hauled a large tall metal object out of the alcove. He raised a large sword, larger than the one he had found the night before, and he turned the hilt over in his hand to look at the design. "A Claymore," he said and looked over to Aerith. The sword was almost as tall as she was.
He slammed the blade into the floor and gestured for her to grasp the handle. "Well, let's see how you handle a blade, Aerith."
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He'd be ready if there were any threats, but when none appeared and Cloud pulled out yet another sword, Sephiroth found his attention straying down to the large Claymore. There was a subtle twitch within his left hand at the sight, but as Cloud addressed the Cetra, Sephiroth inwardly grunted as he brought his arms up to fold over his chest and turns his back on the pair.
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