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"You need to stop, now!"
Somewhere deep inside the city's inner sanctum, two men are facing each other's.
Two disciples who used to follow the commander.
The youngest near the gem controlling the city's system.
The oldest a fair distance away.
"Why should I stop? He has been recklessly creating and distributing poison."
"No! There must be some sort of mistake! He is master's newest disciple! There is no way he would!"
"This is what you fail to see.
The decay has already started.
This city is doomed if we don't act right now!
Also, he simply learned to bake from teacher.
That doesn't give him any right whatsoever!"
"It still means that master trusts his character!
We should…"
That is when both of them are interrupted by an elite guard.
One that the youngest disciple personally trained.
