Jaune Arc is Beacon's worst student and weakest Huntsmen in training. It's not all bad for our favorite huntsmen he has friends, people he can count on right? What happens when his secrets are spilled? How will the choices of those he consider frie...
Thelrathis and the rest of the Varakhian soldier were now standing on the peak of the mountains witnessing the dying corpses of their comrades.
Varakhian soldier:" Thelrathis is this really okay? We lost 27 men....." he told to Thelrathis.
Thelrathis:" Do you doubt her?" he asked.
Varakhian soldier:" That's not it. It's just..... Do you feel like she's working with Salem?" he asked to Thelrathis.
Thelrathis:" Hmm?..... I mean.... She says she work under her..... Hehehehe....The test isn't over." he said with an hidden wicked smile on his face as he kept his hands behind his back.
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Cinder was now seen in her tent dressing up, Cinder looked at her Khopesh as a frown appeared on her face.
Cinder then stepped out of the tent to see Elysandros standing outside guarding her tent.
Elysandros:" Hmm? You're already done? I was just about to inform you about our current destination." he said with a calm smile on his face as Cinder side eyed him.
Cinder:"........Is it you? You're the one who entered my quarters? My belongings have been rearranged. Did you steal something?" she asked to Elysandros.
Elysandros:" Why would you assume I entered your tent without your permission. I'm hurt that you suspected me without any evidence. Do you think I'm that poor I would steal those trivial things?" he asked with a teasing tone as Cinder side eyed him not knowing if she could trust this man.
Cinder:" I do not often see you around. If you truly were to be my follower you'd tell me more." she said eyed him
Elysandros:" I drink a lot and pee a lot. I think what you call it here is Overactive bladder. It's truly is something for me difficult to control." he said with a charming smile which made Cinder cringe.
Cinder went back to her tent and quickly close it back not wanting to interact with Elysandros no more.
Elysandros smirked before his expression turned serious.
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Elsewhere, in Heaven, a Demiurgic Archangel was seen writting something on paper before suddenly their pen broke.
???:" Ah....."
He standing at an imposing 6'5" feet tall ( variable), his body is a blend of gleaming silver armor and intricate celestial tattoos that pulse with an ethereal, glowing energy. His face is obscured by a dark, ornate helmet, shaped like an angel's mask, with eyes glowing a deep crimson. His wings are pure and majestic. His hands, adorned with rings of gold and obsidian. At his side, he wields a long, obsidian spear, the haft inlaid with glowing runes of domination, a reminder of his military conquests. His voice carries an otherworldly echo, as if spoken by the choir of angels, but tinged with a seductive undertone.
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