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HAYS
wo
a hundred thousand spectators, I stood atop
he highest honor for the person I respected most and held deares
ow Chalice, I didn't even pause to wipe away the
magnificent crimson-and-gold robes, Alistair stepped gracefu
ull years. His eyes brimmed with pride and tender affection, his arms o
hr
pened steel shredding through flesh a
tched with twisted soul-devouring runes, tore through my ba
ur
chunks of ruined organs, erupted from my l
e flooded my veins and bones with
brutally binding and tearing away the bril
hard into the stone. Trem
efore me, his pale, slender finger
his grey-blue eyes were completely hollow-as chillingly de
out from the shadows with delicate grace. In her hands, she
ice. "Senior, don't blame the Dean. How could a mortal
nd fed you the finest spirit herbs solely to cul
you were nothing more t
ncub
grueling, ceaseless cultivation... had all been a calcu
a pristine white silk handkerchief, he wiped away the soiled blood and leaned d
flashed across my darkening consciousness-the drunken ramblings of Julian, that useless Dean
llusions. I thought of my de
to elevate a wo
to h
bloody phlegm straight into Beverly's delicate
t... no
nsciousness to violently invert every ruptured mana channel in my bo
Alistair's poised, triumphant composure
la
OM
va-white glare erup
he barrier, the arena platform, Beverly's shrill screams, and A
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