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"You once told me that a neglected spark makes a strong fire

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"You once told me that a neglected spark makes a strong fire. Let the curse be broken, for I will lead him to inner victory."

☔︎ ᴠɪɪɪ - ғʟᴀᴍᴇs ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ
Volume 1
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The feeling of pain being washed away is every individual wish, to be free from what's hurting you would almost be a unique blessing. Sadly, the odds were not in Verity's favor tonight. The throbbing against her skull seemed to have no ending, a strong sting lingered around her ankles as a heavy grip remained around her neck. A ringing noise entered the girl's ears, as she forced her eyelids to open. Every objects and items were blurred from her vision, making it impossible to focus on a single thing. Verity inhales a large amount of oxygen before exhaling it, she repeated this action until her heart beat grew calmer. Closing her eyes tightly then opening it, the ringing subsided along with the blurry images.

"Awake?" A voice too deep and feral to be human questioned.

Verity didn't respond, as she glared at the cyclops before her. Choosing to ignore him, she moved her head around to take in her surroundings, it was a struggle with the chain around her entire body and loosely hanging by her neck but she managed. Looking up, she realized she was dangling from chains on two other robotic arms, hanging vulnerably near the cruel beasts.

Her gaze switched as she observes a massive truck engine hanging directly above the assembly line, suspended by a chain from a crane on the opposite side—it was just dangling thirty feet up, as if it had been left there when the factory was abandoned. Below it on the conveyor belt sat a truck chassis, and clustered around it were three dark shapes which were already identified as cyclops.

On the conveyor belt, the bed of the unfinished pickup truck was being used as a fire pit. The emergency flare had ignited a mixture of tires and wood, which, from the smell of it, had been doused in kerosene. A big metal pole was suspended over the flames—a spit, Verity realized, which meant this was a cooking fire. This gave her the feeling that it was obvious as daylight that they're looking forward to some roasted demigods.

It took her another wack in the head— quite literally, by another individual head. It wasn't too harsh, but mostly a bump. Dangling and spinning around slightly, her gaze rested upon the Blonde Superman. If this wasn't a quest nor a serious situation, her inner deep humor would've told him that he for once accomplished his Superman's duty by getting stuck in chains rather than having kryptonite as a weakness, it were metal chains, sarcastically mentioning that even Kid Flash could do better. Then metaphorically, another realization struck her—he was unconscious, technically wouldn't be aware of her 'corny' jokes to begin with. Verity took a moment to fully scan him, his body hung limply while his eyes rolled up in his head. A red welt the size of an apple had swollen over his left eyebrow, making her visibly cringe at its redness color.

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