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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
'...' Wyatt stared at the red dome covering the turtle shell shield in dismay with words. His feelings about the Elder Anesthesia Dragon were mixed. It was treating him genuinely, however, knowing that it was because of a misunderstanding, Wyatt was having a hard time appreciating it.
'It's about time. Brace for impact!' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon warned Wyatt.
'That can't be right,' Wyatt muttered, using his soul pupils to peer through the blood dome and into the sky. The celestial blood rule slave had grown closer, but it was still far away.
*Boom*
