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Z's Potion Catastrophe
The week had gone by in a bland monotone. No unusual event bothered Z’s days, which, though quite masochistic, she hoped some disruption did occur. Given that she’d stopped being unconscious, she was always to be seen sitting on their chair and cheering her mind to have some motivation with listening to the rant-like discussion of their teachers.
Their assessment in Ancientry Shadownian happened to be a prank. Ms. Marietta just wanted to see whether they’d take it seriously or not. Hearing them complain about the studying that had been wasted, she opened her book and started the class at once, satisfied that her subject wasn’t neglected.
In Z’s opinion, the grumbles alone wouldn’t suffice as proof for such a claim, because they might be faking it, which she bet they would. Nevertheless, she was glad that the assessment didn’t happen. Yes, she did study, but she doubted her knowledge would be enough to pass her.
Shadow Enhancement was no good either. They were
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