"I've got no goal to begin with."
"That's truly pathetic of you."
"I know, which is why I'm making you my goal."
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Cruelty and treachery are the only ways to advance in this world. With the alluring promise of getting everything once you su...
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• The Workshop Battle •
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There are moments when the world conspires against a person. A person who was weak, incompetent, naive, and, above all, compassionate. What if I told you that Vior used to be a mix of all of these personalities? The opposite personality in her life — a different side of the coin — was again egotistical, cunning, deceitful, and uncaring.
So, how is it that the world can be so cruel to her? All she ever wanted was a life of peace and tranquility; she wants nothing more than to be able to hold those who are dear to her heart. However, everything that has happened has only brought misery and fear. This factor alone was plentiful and vast; it permeated her life and blood, enveloping her in the entity of loneliness and consuming her trust in others.
Vior is unaware of the abrupt changes that occur in her life. All she ever remembers is that it all came crashing down on her life like a tsunami, wiping out everything in its path. That's why she never fought those raging waves that towered higher than the sky itself.
"Leader?" Aeolus called out to Vior, who was dazed. She snapped out of it and turned her back on the fisherman.
She opened her lips, but no voice came out of them. Aeolus, on the other hand, glances up at his commander, perplexed. He wondered whether he had overdone it again; perhaps he shouldn't have gotten into a brief brawl with her. After all, he had noticed the bandage beneath her sweatshirt.
Vior ignored her strange conduct, prompting her to wander further away and seek where the other people were staying. The heir is unlikely to remain silent in the presence of her own teammate; she prefers to speak on topics related to the objective or their own team. Yet she did exactly the reverse today.
Aeolus' blue eyes twinkle with concern as he mulls over whether he should apologize for his actions or simply let her bask in solitude. No matter how many words he used, he couldn't describe the scenario. All he can ever know and comprehend is that Vior is thinking about a lot of things right now.
