9-2 Sinclair
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"Ruin, devastation, ruin...! @#()!%&#@&(!)" Sinclair stares at the fleshy pages of the Skin Prophecy, a frantic tone overtaking his voice. Were these truly prophecies if all they were to him was eventual, foretold ruin and destruction? Sinclair grips the Fiery Down, his expression full of conflict.