Chapter 97: The deed.
Author: Mirabel
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"For a Convergence bearer who survived," Ash said, almost immediately and something about the way he sounded..seemed a little bit off for Kaelen Ashwright who was still in Zain's body.

"Who reached the tournament alive and operational and with sufficient cultivation development to be in this building. You're the first who has." He paused again, and the pauses were doing work, carrying weight between the statements.

"The thirty-seven in this room," he said.

"You've read them."

"Yes," Kaelen As
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