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"You can't hide from karma,
But when it finds you,
I'll make sure you feel every bit
Of the pain you caused." ~Araneae Ruber
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ISIRORA STARED at him like she hadn't heard him clearly. "Surely, it is not the same Daemarral I'm thinking about… right?"
"How many do you know?"
Her lips dipped into a frown. "Are you joking?!" She yelled, turning around, as she matched towards him.
"You want to take this little child to the underworld?! Are you thinking right now!?"
Her voice increased, so high that it cough the attention of the Arcanists as they paused what they were doing and turned to her.
"Vei, xiorai'ven? {Is something wrong?}" Riven asked. His voice trembled. Though he didn't understand Uzili. Just from looking at Isirora's face and how veins were popping from her neck to fist, it was clear she was peeved.
Riven flew up and landed on Archibald's chest, his brows squeezing with worry.
"Majir'ven… {Your highness…}"
