He awoke to the scent of detergent and clotting blood. His could not feel his face, rather his entire body, yet he could sense his surroundings better than he had ever sensed it before. He could fell the upstream drift of cold air that sent the temperatures plummeting to unbearable degrees. He could sense the dust discoloring the air inside the cramped room. Little by little, his senses were coming back to him.
He tried to move, but he could not. He as pinned to a large metal slate driven into the wall, as if he was some sort of art on display. A choir of unfiltered voices could be heard talking from the other side of the room, one man rushed in front of him with unmatched speed. His lab coat flapping despite there being no wind to throw it against. He as carrying a clipboard and drawing something on it. It looked important, at least to Nelanian. The other voices seemed to be getting closer, approaching him at their own pace.
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“We just got word that one of the foreign students will not be participating in the second round of the trials, so we have no choice but to continue on to the final phase,” the man explained. Perhaps it was his attire that gave him an aged appearance. In any case, he appeared to be far too old to be a youthful professor at the same time. Allison, Allison Zurich, was his name. Norval's father's alchemical company employs a pharmaceutical professor. He was appointed to be a member of the judging panel that would oversee the proceedings. The pupils were perplexed as they glanced at him.“Is there anyone else thinking what I'm thinking right now?” Is this trial being handled with less care than I anticipated? “Jalon stated. He refilled his water flask and returned it to the table. They were all sat at a lounge table in the hotel's waiting area, close to the front desk. They had been summoned by one of the workers, and Norval had not yet returned,
Nelanians leg could no longer support weight. He tried to stand up once to confirm his suspicion, and he was right, his knee cap was completely shattered. Yet the ma who inflicted the damage seemed not to be impressed by the work of his hands. He stared at Nelanian's leg like it was not the best he could do. Which was somehow right, considering how huge he was, he could've have simply knocked Nelanian's leg off its joints. hey, quit whining, I didnt even break the damn thing its just dislocated, the tall man said. He reached into his pocked and pulled out a lighter and a half burnt cigar. It was odd, placing a half smoked cigar back into his pocket for later. It seemed like ev
“ Guys, he's coming close." Squatting to the ground and scrutinising a pair of tracks left in the mud, the man observed, "His footsteps are still fresh, which suggests he isn't far from here." He then turned to face the tall man, expecting more instructions. "Let's divide into two groups now,One will go right, the other will go left, and we'll circle back till you meet up at the beach,” he explained. The henchmen then followed suit, splitting into two groups. As he inhaled the invigorating smoke from his cigarette, he finally threw the stub on the ground. "I'll take the middle path and continue straight through until I reach the water's edge. If anyone notices anything unusual or locates the intruder, notify the rest of the group to meet at your location,” the tall man continued. He began walking away, which the henchmen mistook for a signal to join in. The party split into t
“ Guys, he's coming close." Squatting to the ground and scrutinising a pair of tracks left in the mud, the man observed, "His footsteps are still fresh, which suggests he isn't far from here." He then turned to face the tall man, expecting more instructions. "Let's divide into two groups now,One will go right, the other will go left, and we'll circle back till you meet up at the beach,” he explained. The henchmen then followed suit, splitting into two groups. As he inhaled the invigorating smoke from his cigarette, he finally threw the stub on the ground. "I'll take the middle path and continue straight through until I reach the water's edge. If anyone notices anything unusual or locates the intruder, notify the rest of the group to meet at your location,” the tall man continued. He began walking away, which the henchmen mistook for a signal to join in. The party split into t
“We just got word that one of the foreign students will not be participating in the second round of the trials, so we have no choice but to continue on to the final phase,” the man explained. Perhaps it was his attire that gave him an aged appearance. In any case, he appeared to be far too old to be a youthful professor at the same time. Allison, Allison Zurich, was his name. Norval's father's alchemical company employs a pharmaceutical professor. He was appointed to be a member of the judging panel that would oversee the proceedings. The pupils were perplexed as they glanced at him.“Is there anyone else thinking what I'm thinking right now?” Is this trial being handled with less care than I anticipated? “Jalon stated. He refilled his water flask and returned it to the table. They were all sat at a lounge table in the hotel's waiting area, close to the front desk. They had been summoned by one of the workers, and Norval had not yet returned,
Norval entered the hotel through the front entrance. He appeared to be too fatigued to walk, as if he had chosen to run from the sports complex to the hotel rather than take the bus. With a cheerful greeting, the receptionist welcomed him in. Norval couldn't help but try to match the receptionist's enthusiasm, but his response was so blunt that it almost came out as mocking.“How are you doing Mr. Norval?” the receptionist inquired, holding out his hand in anticipation of a handshake. Norval reached out with a tired, depleted hand that hadn't seen much action since his admission to the hospital. Norval gave the receptionist a wobbly handshake, and the receptionist could see Norval was attempting to grip tightly.He deduced, "You're still healing, isn't it?"“I am not totally recovered,” Norval said with a smile as he removed his hand." To get back into shape, I'll need some strength training and rehab, but at
Fathers in the Kingdom seemed to have a societal standard of being brutal and heartless. Any youngster will tell you how his father raised him, unless he was never raised in the first place. That was not the case for Ithea's candidates. The most well-known victim of this craze was none other than Luciana, the kingdom's princess. Her father was vicious, despotic in his heart, and only cared about himself. Regardless, it appeared as if he found joy in hurting his victims and his own children.Norval's father was no different. He was ruthless to the same degree as Luciana's father. He wanted nothing more than to see his ideas succeed, and if they didn't, he'd be on the verge of losing his mind. He was enamoured with his accomplishments and wished for his sons to follow in his footsteps. He ran a chemical corporation that mass-produced potions and elixirs for sch
Norval entered the hotel through the front entrance. He appeared to be too fatigued to walk, as if he had chosen to run from the sports complex to the hotel rather than take the bus. With a cheerful greeting, the receptionist welcomed him in. Norval couldn't help but try to match the receptionist's enthusiasm, but his response was so blunt that it almost came out as mocking.“How are you doing Mr. Norval?” the receptionist inquired, holding out his hand in anticipation of a handshake. Norval reached out with a tired, depleted hand that hadn't seen much action since his admission to the hospital. Norval gave the receptionist a wobbly handshake, and the receptionist could see Norval was attempting to grip tightly.He deduced, "You're still healing, isn't it?"“I am not totally recovered,” Norval said with a smile as he removed his hand." To get back into shape, I'll need some strength training and rehab, but at