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The Forbidden Forest
“I felt nothing at first, but as I plummet further, everything inside me constricted, like something in there was being twisted. It was the worst!”
Sloane and Berry were sitting inside the carriage. Sloane has been talking for about an hour, but she was showing no sign of relenting. Berry merely leaned on his seat, his eyes closed, his hand on his temple. He couldn’t forget the fact that Blame just did a technique Dark had used to eliminate the whole school. As far as he knew, Blame Seirt was famously known for being able to read and manipulate someone’s thought, and never was it possible for a Wielder to shift from one ability to another; let alone have two, so it’s either she was not the real Blame or she’s insanely strong enough to withstand two abilities.
He groaned when his head started aching. Thinking was his specialty; however, Blame’s circumstances were just way beyond him.
“Hey!” Sloane blurted out.
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