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Chapter 130: Fruitless

“This is just fruitless.” Cassandra kicked the empty air. Her shoulders were hanging low and the looks on her face portrayed the frustration that was welling up in her stomach. Bola on the other hands was biting his nails and avoiding eye contact with anyone. He hugged himself leaned on one of the white wall, still trying to assimilate the shock and the naked truth.

“Does that means the prophecy is useless?” Gareth asked. His eyes shifted from Bola to Cassandra. His hands were buried on the pocket of his coat and nothing painted a picture of uneasiness around the him. Even the lines on his face was straighten out, making it difficult to read the neutral expression.

“No, Gareth, it means that we have borne a prophecy that had only foretol

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