The Final Chance

The Final Decision 2

" Cale " Talking
' Cale ' Thinking
" CALE " Screaming
•• Cale: Ancient powers
Cale: Letter

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Shickler walked ahead, his steps echoing in the silence as he approached the throne. He picked up a folded piece of paper that lay atop the regal seat, then turned and made his way back to Cale.

"Your highness," he called out, presenting the paper to Cale with a respectful bow.

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Cale took the letter with a casual grace and strode over to the throne, settling into it with the ease and confidence of a ruler. He wasn't trying to make a statement of authority; he was simply tired of standing and wanted to rest. With a slight sigh, he unfolded the letter and began to read, his sharp reddish-brown eyes scanning the text intently.

Dear Cale,

Ah, my cute son, how are you? I hope you are doing well. If you are reading this letter, Cale, then I am already dead. I am sorry that I had to leave you early; I really wanted to spend more time with you, cutie.

As Cale read these lines, his grip on the paper tightened slightly. The others who had accompanied him knelt on the ground, bowing before him in front of the throne, sensing the gravity of the moment.

If you are reading this letter, it also means that you have already gone to the ocean, son. You must have also met the four, right? Hera, Shickler, Gerald, and Halter. I am sure you find Gerald annoying already, but don't worry, he is capable and reliable.

Cale's expression softened as he continued to read, slowly releasing his tight hold on the paper, allowing himself to be absorbed by the words.

I would have really liked to write more for you, Cale, but I am sorry I can't. I should now head straight to the point.

As Cale read those words, he prepared himself mentally, knowing that this letter might hold the key to decisions he had been reluctant to make. His mother had always been a step ahead, and he trusted her foresight implicitly.

Son, they must have already told you to become an emperor, haven't they? And you must have told them that you don't want to. Son, I will have to tell you something. You must have already figured that the end of the phoenixes wouldn't have been that easy, to the point where people were able to kill them off......It was all planned.

' That's it,' Cale thought, his patience wearing thin as he leaned back on the throne. 'I swear, if this was the work of that radish, I'm going to make him shark food.' His mood was rapidly souring, and the tension in the room was palpable. The others, sensing the shift, grew restless, their minds racing with possibilities about the letter's contents.

I don't know if you did, but you may have met or come across an organization named 'Arm.'

Cale's eyes narrowed.

•• 🌊💦 : OH I FU**ING KNEW IT!!
said Crazy Kid, sounding pissed

•• 🔥💸: THIS CRAZY BASTARD!! LET'S LOOT HIM DRY BEFORE KILLING HIM, CALE!!
Chimed in Cheapskate

••🪨: Calm down you two, Cale doesn't seem to be in a good mood
Super Rock warned

As the two heard that, they paid attention to Cale

"This f**king bastard," Cale muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration and contempt. 'All he ever does is stir up trouble and create more headaches for us. He can't do anything more than pull these annoying shits.'