"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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This one final round will determine which of the two competitors will come out victorious from the competition. The conclusion of the battle between the two Slayers will take place in this location, and there is no question that everyone is crossing their fingers that the heir will be the one to triumph over this battle.
Everyone's hope and expectation hung heavily on her shoulder, burning her back at the numerous stares that appeared to be pushing her off to the edge. Regardless, Vior needs to maintain her composure, especially after Hoaqin has seen right through her without much trouble on his part at all.
The scythe that she was wielding felt undeniably heavy in her grasp, as if an unidentified force had finally compelled her to see the current reality that she was facing. After all, she has always been an arrogant person who meets someone who is right below her standard or level; consequently, this is the first time she has finally had a proper match. After all, she has always met someone who is right below her standard or level.
Therefore, it was imperative that she pay attention to his movements while at the same time making an effort to block out the taxing thoughts that were continually piling up inside of her head and having a negative impact on the way that she was performing at the moment.
'...I need to calm down.'
Vior's mind wandered back to the memories she shared with Elias, her heart heavy with the weight of their significance. It was in those moments, those precious fragments of time, that she learned the true essence of controlling her Shinsu alongside him. The recollection of their encounters held the key to unlocking her full potential, a power that she now yearned to harness.
The memories flooded back, vivid and vibrant. Life appeared to flow with a gentle ease in those bygone eras, unencumbered by the weight of impending expectations. The absence of pressure, like a whisper in the wind, allowed for a tranquility that had yet to be disturbed.
