does she have Stockholm syndrome?
"Thank…you," YoriBuntara nodded, twisted into servitude towards Narkahamy. She watched as Narkahamy gently lifted her hand and peeled off the index finger's nail, not even flinching at the pain since she had been subjected to it too many times.
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Through a corridor maintained for his exclusive use, Narkahamy walked into a narrow room first. It only spanned an area of 16 square metres, sporting a life-sized statue of Amita Brimgan inside.
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"I'll be the judge of that," Gannala grabbed the Spirit Container cluster and stuffed it in her mouth, swallowing with mild difficulty.
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"So," She extended her hand towards the Infinite Divine Soldier, "Whether I let things rest here or rebuild the Mammoth Clan depends entirely on your sincerity."
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I have a feeling that Yara is going to gain the celestial title
'Basically, the new Mammoth Clan will be born from my daughter.' He thought, barely able to conceal his excitement, 'Yara will inherit all of Resha's capabilities.'
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Everyone's hating on dusk
"Indeed. You truly have my blood, even though you've left the throne to Jasmine. Then again, I'm fortunate to have children who don't fight over a throne and title, unlike the Dusk Clan."
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Azriel's gaze dropped to his left hand—the blood still trickling from his palm—and then to the dagger clutched in his right.
Fantasy · Crypthh
damn, despise being a mysic grade he's really is not a threat
"So, you used the differing beliefs to break out of the Mammoth Clan's mould." Brangara thought and blasted a pillar of light at the Infinite Divine Soldier, sending the latter flying away to get a moment's peace to ponder, "Is that why you thought of becoming the Royal Zinger?"
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same vibe
A face displaying childlike innocence, widened eyes taking in the surroundings with excitement, and a body exhibiting the same, like a toddler heading to his favourite amusement park after months of begging his parents.
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"Bastard!" Even though the Wean Clansman was terrified at the strength disparity, he had a larger number of Natures stored in his body. Followed by a grunt, he rushed at Mesupoh and engaged in a series of bloody exchanges.
I'll Surpass The MC
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