"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 soft breeze from the current wind went past the two Slayers, who were standing side by side with each other. The world around them rang with profuse chants of glory, praising them for their existence as a whole. The true essence or nature of living beings itself clings to the smallest, glimmering hope the second they bear witness to salvation.
Raking the wig she wears, she stared right in front of the mass, kneeling before her and worshiping her in a way that brought a savory feeling from within. From the corner of her eye, Vior observed Baam's behavior and the emotions he was experiencing during this intense moment of worship.
As expected, he felt uncomfortable with the span of attention. She realized that he always loathed this kind of thing. Years spent together, Vior knows all of his quirks, likes, and dislikes, using that information as an advantage for her to veil him of the ugly truth of this tower, no matter the cost she must take and the things she sacrifices.
"Um, everyone... I'm confused..." Hesitation pierced the middle of madness, and Baam's conflicted eyes focused on the regulars before them. "Uh... First, could you get up and explain...?"
"Wait, wait!! What do you think you're all doing?!!" Xiaxia swooped in between the two Slayers, cutting off any potential source of information.
The petite lass' ears twitch, leaning close to the red-haired male, whose face is filled with an endless amount of hope for the fortune. "Viole and Ephialtēs are tired, since they just got off the train!" Xiaxia shouted, sounding persuasive and convincing towards the mass. "They need to rest in order to prepare for their fight with Kaiser."
"So, from now on, please follow the orders of the four Lords of FUG!" Khun and Vior share a knowing glance with Xiaxia, who feeds these people the delusion called hope.
