What’s happening?
A fire.
Wait, that wouldn’t… be the hangar where Rezu spends his ti, would it?
Now that you ntion it… I think you’re right.
Celebration.
In front of this huge hangar that looked more like an apartnt, flas devoured it. Destroyed it. Leaving behind a long line of smoke that spread through the surroundings. Moving farrs, slaves, with its noxious and thick odor.
Despite that, a group of n who, despite their excessive coughing, celebrated Rezu’s death.
That monster is finally dead.
Anyway, he was just a sicko. Instead of keeping those people alive to continue satisfying our desires, he killed them and turned them into so-called works of art.
The group spoke without paying attention to what was happening at the door.
The interior was hidden by the flas. Inside those flas, a person walked. His entire stomach was charred.
Yet his face showed no trace of pain or suffering.
His skin, covered in water like armor, extinguished every fla that dared touch him.
Outside, the n continued to badmouth Rezu. When one of them fell to the ground screaming. Pointing at the hangar door.
They were all shocked to see Rezu erge.
But what stressed them the most was his mocking smile.
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I would… never have predicted this.
Coming… I myself… with the desire to end my life. Don’t you find that astonishing, my dears?
Rezu questioned in a poetic and theatrical tone.
Exchanging glances, the group of n wondered if it would be bad not to answer him.
Yes. Yes. I’d even find it… romantic, elder Rezu. But shouldn’t you get treatnt?
One of the n shared.
Love… no, it wasn’t love. It was sothing more beautiful. Disgust… hatred… and good old vengeance.
Laughter.
Laughing, Rezu plunged back into his mories and immortalized Aconé in his mind.
Aaaaaaaa, no one else but must kill this man. I need to see his face again. If I can’t break you through intimate relations, I’ll destroy you with my fists. You the fire. And the water. This promises to be intense.
Slipping away, Rezu left the n who were unable to move, out of fear of dying.
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Regaining consciousness, Aconé saw he was back in his room. Before noticing Dina and Darlius watching him.
I hope at least you had a good reason to lose it. To the point of unleashing an attack that would’ve killed you.
Dina declared.
Sitting up, he shared with them what he had seen.
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Sigh.
First, without Dina you’d be getting roasted by your own flas right now, but you also voluntarily tried to play the hero. And let remind you that none of us is a hero.
Second, I hope at least that son of a bitch suffers good before he dies.
Darlius pointed out.
So now outings are over for you.
Dina inford him.
But we have to keep gathering information before we attack.
Aconé specified.
Don’t worry about that. We’re going to strike on the day of the execution. And Dina will go warn the other three in prison.
Darlius confided.
Wanting to ask for more details, Aconé was stopped by Darlius who signaled him to rest.
Having pushed himself in creating flas, he could clearly feel he needed rest.
Even though I’m rank eight, I’m not powerful enough to control all the flas I created. It’s frustrating.
He thought.
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At the top of the island.
Inside the old abbey.
Liara, her face displaying a sunny smile, walked through the corridors. At her presence, so greeted her with smiles. Others, having heard certain rumors, did so with knots in their stomachs.
She arrived in front of a door. Open, it revealed descending spiral stairs.
I hope staying in this dark place hasn’t driven you mad, Kurdes.
It would disappoint if it was a place that broke you instead of .
Liara declared. Descending the stairs with visible impatience on her face.
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