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Five admitted. “Blossom here shared an interesting story, since I'm not allowed to use the word lame, piece of information with me. She saved my name as Five on her phone and changed everyone else's name to numbers,” Six explained to him. “That's genius,” Five chuckled. I started, “Thank you! At least someone gets that it's “lame.” Six finished off. I sent him a glare. “Ignore him, Rochelle. He will forever have a stick up his ass. It’s an honor to meet you, Five smiled. “You too, Five, though it boggles me why you people go by numbers,” I replied. “When Six is ready to tell you, everything else will fit into place,” he said.

Supreme Elder Phoenix replied, "This is a grade-five Element Nurturing Pill, and it’s a superior grade as well." "What? Chase Collins managed to refine a grade-five pill? And it’s an Element Nurturing Pill?" "That’s impossible. Didn’t he suffer from stage fright? He was standing there in a daze all this time. When did he refine that pill?"

She gave Soheila a porcelain bottle that has a Grade 5 Recovery Pill in 80% purity level. Soheila's eyebrows were knitted together as she remembered that no one in the Sidee Continent can refine a pill that has an 80% purity. It was even a Grade 5 pill which is ultra-rare in this Continent. Soheila looked at the porcelain bottle and to Sirene who went back to the five animals who were busy cleaning their mess. Sirene was happily talking to the five birds even though it was suspicious that she had a Grade 5 pill.

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

I continued to monitor her pulse, feeling every weak heartbeat. The car continued to shake, making the journey more difficult. I tried to hold Mrs. Narti's body so it wouldn't shake too much, but it was difficult. The road was getting worse, full of holes and large rocks. Suddenly, I felt something strange. Mrs. Narti's pulse was getting weaker, and her breathing was getting shallower. Her face was getting paler, and her lips were starting to turn blue. "Julien!" I shouted in panic. "She stopped breathing!"