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[42.1] THE 8TH NIGHT WOLF (part-three)
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•|•|•I have stared at stars, I have prayed to gods, near and far of all circles. But even they haveturned a deaf ear.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]Liston, the guard keen on getting me into trouble, stands before me. Though his face is visiblycalm as one would expect of a guard, there is a warm glimmer in his eyes, and his lips tug upwards,dimming slightly when a set of Guards matches passed.I turn from him, taking sharp breath in before closing the crimson door behind me and I feel hiseyes follow my every movement.When I turn around, I catch his gaze resting on the red door before snapping back to me, and heopens his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupts his speech."I'll take her from here."My gaze lands on Madam Catherine as she walks firmly towards me.For a moment, Liston seems hesitant, but he steps aside, a short bow before the madam.His gaze strays to me one more time, a tightness in his jaw, before taking his leave.I watch his figure disappear in the hallways and
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•|•|•A new age begins, and the cycle repeats.•|•|•[KAYOS]The Portal creaks with haunting whispers as I walk through. The shadows his my true name, enticing. Their voices are cold and wistful. They pull at my robe, and tug, grazing my feet, until I walk out and the whispers fade behind me, the portal closing.Only one shadow remains glued to my side. Alchest climbs up to my shoulder. I glance at him momentarily, my gaze shifting to our surroundings.It is as I thought. A blood bath.The narrow hallway lined only by torches spans a good length and in it lies the carnage left by the creature. There is no death, however. It seems this creature wasn't out to kill. Instead, there is an array of bodies writhing in pain. Slashes and marks. Aid has come to them, and healers are trying their best to do what they can. It is clear they were caught in prepared, however, it is a lesson well learned.Despite their pain, as soon as my presence is known, groans grow quiet, and shivers across th
