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We walked further and instead of pointing out the obvious, I chose better words and tried to be mindful of what comes out of my mouth. "Everything has a potential if you give it a chance, Hawk. If it doesn't work out the second time, then you can get rid of it." Miracle stated as she picked up a design that almost made me lose my freaking cool because of how ridiculous it looked. "Just look at me for example." I frowned and held her face before remembering her rule. "That is different, Miracle. You had a potential to begin with, but you were with the wrong people. You were always a masterpiece, but they failed to see it."

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Anyway, he would not give up everything he could do before he was sealed. Seeing Samuel turn back, Peacock, who was about to attack Samuel, slowly stopped. After retreating a few meters in the air, its tail slowly opened. At the same time, seven colorful streamers were also flowing in the tail screen. "Clang!" Suddenly, there was the cry of a peacock. Seven streams of flowing light rushed toward Samuel. Samuel subconsciously blocked them, only to find that the last direction of the flowing light was not towards him, but towards the giant roc on the ground not far away.

"Who are you? Witches? Magic thieves? Spies from Shewu?" Rai stepped in front of Sua. Flat. Cold. "We are only herb hunters. Nothing more." The Mangewu Shaman let out a low, chilling laugh. "Herbs? The Huan-Po leaf only grows around the nests of shadow birds. And no one can reach them without the guidance of a guardian spirit." He tapped his staff on the ground. No incantations, no flashy movements, but from that very spot, a subtle poison began to spread. Its scent was bitter, piercing like rotting roots and metal.