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"They tried to break my spirit, but it has become a sword; now I will cut through their lies and deceit."~Araneae Ruber
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ULRIC STOOD by the window waiting. Hoping it actually worked like he expected.
"She sure is taking a long time to answer me," Ulric whispered as he leaned by the wall, with folded arms.
"Or did it not work?" He lifted his thumb to try again, but then the room was suddenly filled with misty aura.
"You sure took your precious time getting here," Ulric uttered, turning his head as the misty form shaped into a tall woman with bright violet eyes. Neta sucked hard on her straw from a metallic bottle.
Her purple eyes rolled back in her head. She was clearly enjoying whatever she was drinking. Ulric snatched the bottle from her, leaving her with a dangling straw.
