'This is crazy.'
Soon, they left the throne chamber and followed Jackal and Clarice to where they needed to talk.
Only but their thuds resonated against the polished sheen flooring in the hallway they strode.
Nathalie's gaze roamed around, astounded by the aesthetics found from the arched ceilings down to the floor.
Everything was too much like this was the solid concept from rags to riches.
A part of her thought it was but an illusion, but nothing was fake, to begin with, it.
'Authors should've been no different from a deity— an omniscient being— but why do I find myself in such a sticky situation, almost doubting myself that it wasn't the case?'
Upon pondering, Clarice bore the title 'Harbinger of Misfortune.' with the artifact, 'Malevolent Casket' in her grasp.
Her lips pressed thin, thinking that the divine artifact had yet to present itself and bear witness to its unique feature.
