บท 67: 67- Paradigms

The Great Hall was eerily silent. The mimic walked straight into the assembly where the deities waited from him, silently furious about what had happened. Their stares pierce right through him as he walked past them.

132-X remembered the feeling very well. It was like a dog running back home with its tail stuck between its legs. This time, it was just him and his wounded pride.

Gone were the cheers and fancy chanting. There were no golden petals raining down on him. It was all nothing but dim lighting and pure silence. He felt the pressure weighing him down. His heartbeat was louder than his footsteps.

At the end of his long walk, in the middle of the hall was a podium towering him. The High Chancellor stood on the podium looking down on him like an ant ready to be stomped by a boot. The mimic stopped in front of the podium, his head down looking at the pearly floor.