Epilogue

[I have Something planned for this book but that would be In DANCING IN FLAMES. We probably would revise most of the chapters of this book. Thank you!]

[¿ Basiton, eleventh hour of the day]

The wind picked up blowing harshly from different directions and dark artificial clouds hovered above. The wind was becoming so strong that one could feel themselves sway to the wind each autocrative lair made to propel the wind to delve them into different directions because, due to the meteor hanging above the lithosphere the wind had become so harsh that the scientist had to make the autocrative lair that would be able to slow the wind. The scientist clustered in between the north pole which connected in its wing form dotting closer to the south pole depicting the middle area of Basiton, the very center where by the launching of the sun would happen. A battleglass holding a deathly radiant surficed of a deep red halo and it's blinding reflection permeating without warning.

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