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Xavier just can't believe his eyes. The image in front of him is something that he never imagined before. Just in the middle of the thick forest, inside a hut, there's Brom in the embrace of a woman with black hair and rainbow color eyes.
She was smiling and giggling while Brom kept his stoic face.
"I knew you would come here, again, you can just get enough of me." Said the witch of the mountain, her hands tracing along Brom's face. "My dear Andharum, the piece of my heart still belongs to you, just like…"
"Can we cut the lies now?" Said Brom with a cold stare directly toward the witch of the mountain. "What do you want with me? You keep asking me to come here, insinuating that you gave me clues about my origin and even the answer for Anne's purpose in this world."
