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Arta the Immortal also had a serious expression on his face, but he still calmed down and said to Purple Cloud Fairy, "Just these lackeys can't stop us." As soon as the last word fell, Arta the Immortal unleashed the power of his fairy soul. He raised his right hand and waved it at General Tewa, who was in front of him at lightning speed. The strength of this palm was so strong that General Tewa's expression changed. At that time, he had no time to dodge, so he had to conjure up his divine power and block the attack. The next second, when the palms of both sides collided, a dull sound was heard. General Tewa was immediately forced backward.

He had encountered several beasts along the way but he managed to survive. The cheers of the audiences around the arena grew louder as Arth entered. The center stage had the perfect form of a hexagon, elevated a few feet above the ground. Several blue banners surrounded the stage, depicting two eyes of an owl, which was the underlying symbol of Casterfall City. Arth walked slower out of his exhausted body. If only he could skip the evaluation and head back in the lounge to take a rest—no second thoughts he would. However, a bit of excitement lingered in his fast-beating heart. He remembered what he came here for—to win.

"The Audit is public. The people have their signatures back." ​"The people have paper, Aara," Arthur said, finally turning to face us. He looked older, his eyes sunken but burning with a frantic, messianic light. "Paper rots. Paper burns. Paper is a temporary comfort for a temporary species. I am building a Permanent Narrative."

Private room in the back. A second message came in. Tara: Al is fine. Ate half a garlic knot. Wants pizza. Then a third. Arsen: We have seventeen questions and one nervous breakdown scheduled. I typed back. Me: Cancel both. Not in public. Arsen: Fascism. Me: Correct. Tara: He said their faces looked familiar, didn’t he? I stared at the screen. Damn them. I didn’t answer. Another message appeared. Tara: Ara.

No, he did not even have to dodge. Ashton wondered what kind of person could control him so effortlessly. His lifespan was maintained through dark arts. Now that he was stripped of all cultivation, he doubled over before vomiting black liquid that seemed to have a life of its own. Aria raised her hand to clear the scene with the Emperor Coins. Sunlight streamed through the eastern window. As the black liquid evaporated, a paper was revealed underneath. The paper was unusual. It was not a talisman but it had writing. Its contents made Aria pause, her eyes flickering.

And as arousing as the mental image in my head is, I wouldn’t push either of them into anything they aren’t comfortable with. “Well, that was the most interesting breakfast conversation I’ve had. Granted, I don’t generally have conversations during meals. My imaginary friends weren’t the biggest conversationalist.” I said, hoping to lighten the mood. “Asterion.” Melite sighed, patting my arm. “Well, we aren’t imaginary. So you aren’t alone anymore.” she smiled. And then we heard Minos’s booming voice. “Welcome to the sixth day of our festival! Who shall be the lucky tribute to test their skills against the grotesque and monstrous minotaur!” he called out.

"You are cute too, darling." "Tell that to the girl I got fired. She refers to me as a certain b-word. What was her name again?" I pretended to think, stroking my chin before I faked a remembrance. "Oh, how could I forget? Foolish me. It was Sarah Aurora Morte." That made her step back and mutter, "Yeah, whatever." I turned back but couldn't shake off this weird feeling as I remembered she was talking about ice tea. That was Mason's special.

Varz swiftly blocks it with his sword. “Penta!” Arz exclaimed. 5 molds of the soil rise and turn into Arz clones. The 5 are coming in Varz’s direction. Varz then puts some force to shove Arz and he raises his sword. ‘tesla!” He exclaimed striking 5 of them with the thunder which comes from his sword point. Arz swiftly plunges his sword to the ground for landing. He rolls in the midair and lands with both of his legs perfectly. “Koloni! (Colony!)” Arz exclaimed emerging the soil around his sword and making it run towards Varz.

Then after seeing the desks, he hurried towards the only occupied one, where an old man was seated. “Excuse me, sir,” Arth almost shouted, placing his Standard Knight silver badge on the table. The old man raised his pale eyes to look. "Arth … from … Frostwood … a Standard Knight … in Casterfall City," Arth said, breathless. The man checked the silver badge and then nodded in confirmation. He took a piece of paper and wrote something on it. "Your number is seventy-three... Arth from Frostwood," the old man spoke in a husky voice.

“Stop acting all naïve princess, Bigfoot assured me of a pleasurable night after my meeting and I can say he really delivered seeing how pretty you look “ the smile on his lips was so creepy and aurora felt like puking. “You are actually mistaken sir, he only asked me to be your interpreter “ She was still talking when Jules began to use his hands to caress her bare skin and she abruptly stood up before moving away. “I am sorry sir but I have to leave” saying that she grabbed her bag and tried to run out but a hand held her from behind and yanked her closer to him and she yelled in pain.