[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"WHO DARE TO HARM MY SON SO DESPICABLY!!!"
The booming voice reverberated throughout the arena, shaking the very air with its intensity.
"This voice belongs to the head instructor, but why is he screaming so loudly? I almost thought—"
I didn't have time to finish my thought before a flurry of movement caught my eye. People around us were frozen in place, their attention drawn to the source of the booming voice. The arena, which had just moments ago been buzzing with excitement from the battles, now felt heavy, as if the fury behind the words weighed down the very air.
Eveline grabbed my arm, her playful demeanour vanishing in an instant. "Samael, something's not right."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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