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Leaving the temple, Cervantes found that the
Soul Edge in his possession was communicating with him. He could hear a strange
growling voice saying, "You have done well. I am now strong enough to detect
the other shards of myself. I will guide you to them. Then you shall once again
wield the power that you once had."
Cervantes followed the Sword's instructions. It seemed that some of the shards
had been absorbed into the corpse of a trader, killed for his possessions by a
gang of thieves. The shards had resurrected the corpse, much as they had
resurrected Cervantes himself. However, the trader's corpse was not under the
control of the Soul Edge. To get the shards, Cervantes would have to find and
kill the strange creature that the trader had become… The creature known as
Charade.
The Soul Edge guided Cervantes to a cavern in the wilderness. Entering the
cavern, Cervantes heard growling. The creature had detected him. He drew his
weapons, and proceeded into the darkness. The Soul Edge began to glow red,
allowing Cervantes to see into the darkness. A large, towering figure was
advancing towards him. As Charade looked upon Cervantes, the creature began to
change shape. Its strange, jelly-like flesh began to flow. When the
transformation was complete, the creature roughly resembled Cervantes himself,
and twin blades had formed from the creature's forearms, imitating Cervantes'
weapons. Cervantes drew back in horror. Such a creature should not, could not,
exist…
Charade leapt forward, and combat commenced.
Cervantes brought down the Soul Edge with great force, aiming at the creature's
head. With impossible speed, the creature dodged. Such a fast reaction could
not be possible, unless… the creature had foreseen his attack. As well as
imitating Cervantes' physical form, the creature could apparently read his
mind.
Charade attacked. While fending off its blows, Cervantes noticed that it used
the same fighting style as himself. This was going to be a difficult fight to
win. Sensing Cervantes' worry, the Soul Edge told Cervantes to let it take control
of his body. Charade would be reading Cervantes' mind, so if the Soul Edge were
controlling his body, Charade would not be able to predict his movements.
Cervantes hesitated. Years ago, the Soul Edge had controlled his body entirely,
against his will. But he agreed to the sword's suggestion, since he knew that
the fragments of the sword within him allowed him to resist the sword's
control.
The Soul Edge took control of Cervantes' body. Cervantes deliberately thought
about stabbing Charade with the Soul Edge. Charade stepped back, anticipating
this. Meanwhile, the Soul Edge made Cervantes point Nirvana towards Charade,
and fire the pistol within the hilt. The bullet hit Charade in its only eye,
blinding the creature. Cervantes, still under the control of the Soul Edge,
swung his swords in a scissor motion, decapitating the foul beast. As its body
fell to the ground, the fragments of Soul Edge within it slowly liquefied, and
moved towards Cervantes. The fragments melded with the blade of the Soul Edge.
With the fragments Cervantes had gathered, and the souls he had taken, the Soul
Edge was now fully restored in size and power. Cervantes laughed evilly, as he
felt the evil blade's aura surround him.
He now had a weapon from which any sane being would flee in terror. No one
would stand before him now… and live.
However, Cervantes still only possessed one of the Soul Edge blades. The man
who had killed him, years ago, had taken the other blade. The man who was later
to be known as Nightmare… Cervantes hungered for the power of the other blades.
Without the twin swords, he would be incomplete…