[White Noise - PVRIS🎶]Â
The memories are too big. I wish I didn't have them.Â
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The moment I spoke, everyone's eyes were turned to the white power inside the glass bell jar. When Hades frowned in surprise, he moved towards me and grabbed my arm. It was obvious that he wanted to stop me, but at that moment, his move seemed ridiculous. There was great concern in his eyes, why was he worried? Was he worried about me or was he for that power? Was he afraid that I could not use that power? "Would you let go of my arm?" I said, looking at the hand on my arm. He squeezed my arm more. It didn't hurt, but I was annoyed. "I don't think you could use that power. Zeus was bleeding when he tried it, he told everyone a lie that he was fighting an enemy, but the only thing that happened was this: The white power rejected him and Zeus could not bear this humiliation."
