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CXLIII

Author: Nova

2026-04-13 23:58:06

The Gala of Orn…

This festival was prepared for the elites of the land, who would be given the chance to meet.

It was a festival that all of Allorian was meant to attend, regardless of status.

In other words, it was a time when everyone would be equal in the playing fields.

“So what you are saying is that basically there is a time of the year, that everyone in Allorian goes to a ball and they have to smile at each other…”

Saint was looking at the men there; he still didn't understand the ne

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CXLVI
“How on earth would Kito Erwin be able to move that way?” Saint was looking at Jiron; they knew that if anything were going on, it would be connected to the Crest. “If I told you that I have not the slightest idea, it would look like folklore.” Jiron knew that they were going to be dealing with more nasty things, and from what they saw, it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. “But if I were to place my money on a bet, then we all know what it's going to.” They were worried, knowing that if the Crest succeeded, it would create something that would give humans powers that didn't belong to them. Saint was disturbed, knowing they were watching evil unravel itself right before their eyes, and from what they were seeing, it wasn't going to look easy. “It isnt going to be the best thing if I imagine what they are trying to do, creating an army of superhumans? How in the world is this going to look?” he asked, yet knowing that there was no answer. The Crest was making a move that did
CXLV
Noelle had returned from her office, trying to make sure that there wasn't anything that could be a hindrance to the ball. She knew that Edgar would be calling her soon, then they would have the message of what they would be heading to, and for some reason, she thought it wasn't clear why Laura would be trying to talk like that to her. “...it isn't clear why she sounded that way, and there isn't a clear reason why I feel like there was something she was trying to say, but for some reason she…” A vibration from her purse, she looked down, trying to make sure it wasn't something that she would want to avoid the next day. Noelle paused and looked at her phone, trying to see who it was, and there she saw Edgar sending her a message, and it wasn't something she would have imagined from him. It read; ‘The party doesn't look clear, so please make sure you are next to Sir Rhys, I am afraid that there might be some ruckus…’ Noelle was shocked to see the message was something like that,
CXLIV
“So you are saying that there is something going to happen inside the ball?” Saint was looking at Jiron, he had learned that there was something far deeper than dread happening in real time, and from what he saw, it was going to be the end of a family or the passing of another law that sof another law. “Yes,” Jiron gave him the reply, looking at Rhys as he slowly sat down. “You see, it isn't something that anyone would want to treat lightly. If they had the chance then they would pass laws that would make everyone in Zenovia and Allorian.” Jiron was looking at the wal, knowing that they were going to be in the midst of people that would try to take them to another angle. “You see in my time in the Crest I learned that they were shady and had the power to do things that not even I could see as possible…it was beyond the things I had imagined.” Jiron was silent, trying to look at Rhys, trying to see him. But what he saw was something else; he knew that Rhys had something in his mi
CXLIII
The Gala of Orn…This festival was prepared for the elites of the land, who would be given the chance to meet. It was a festival that all of Allorian was meant to attend, regardless of status. In other words, it was a time when everyone would be equal in the playing fields. “So what you are saying is that basically there is a time of the year, that everyone in Allorian goes to a ball and they have to smile at each other…” Saint was looking at the men there; he still didn't understand the need for a ball and why it was even important… “This has to be one of those useless things in the land, because there isn't any way you are letting me know that a ball is that important…” he adds. Rhys chuckles a bit as he sorts plans on his desk, trying to make sure that his head is in the game and there isn't going to be anything that would set him on the path of destruction. “Well, if you put it that way, there has to be something we do there that isn't just dancing, but it isn't for the nor
CXLII
Marcus didn't utter a word; he watched as they mocked and insulted him. The room had gone quiet; it was cold knowing that they were about to meet someone who wasn't going to hold again. “I am not sure this is going to be something we won't be able to say no to.” Kiva spoke, but his voice was silent and calm. Marcus waited, and so did everyone in the room as they were looking at the door. The Legate walked in, a mask on his face, and harsh breathing could be heard. He stood on the edge of the table, looking at the men who were before him. “I thought that there was going to be a great meeting where I would see all who are under the Order…” He spoke, looking around to see what he would be working with. There was still silence, no one was able to hold up their heads, knowing that they were going to be punished if they spoke out of place… “My liege, the Admirals, the plants we had placed as our branches in the hierarchy of Zenovia, all of them have been slaughtered by an unknown
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Marcus entered the hall, and there they could see the people waiting for them. It was a room that he would never have imagined that he would be inside. Kiva and Julius were shocked, it was as if they had entered an occultic room. The entire atmosphere was something else, they had their heads up looking around as they were trying to understand what was happening in the room. Everything seemed off, even the tables set with the men sitting there with their masks on. “...what in the world is this place?!” Julius muttered, shocked to see that there was a place like that. Marcus didn't even hold the answers to that question, but he knew that Sio had no powers in the main Order but he was one of their most trusted lieutenants that they wouldn't be holding anything back on if they wanted anything done. “I wonder if you spawned from the Nether realm…” Liron spat, looking around with disgust as he shook his head didn't even want to stand by them knowing that they were going to be saying o

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