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I hummed, my song echoing around the bottom of the amphitheater. “By continuously calling me human, you only made things worse. ‘You’re a Constellation, and I’m just human.’ It seems that was the thought you were trying to implant in my subconscious… but my heart is already full for any more bullshit to sprout.”[1]
“You,” Mutia hissed, gritting her teeth. “Do you think you can make any difference because you’ve earned a place on the edge of the Milky Way! You don’t even have an authority of your own, so how dare—”
“Many things change, actually. I’m sorry, but it’s time for you to keep your end of the contract.”
That wasn’t my voice, nor did it belong to any of the two hundred apostles lying in the amphitheater either. It wasn’t the voice of the Guardian, the holy sword, my fox god, or Mutia.
I frowned.
I’ve heard that voice somewhere before.
However, I couldn’t quite place a face on the voice. On the other hand, Mutia seemed to know immediately who the voice belonged to.
“You freaking magician…” the Constellation of Gold growled, looking at the sky. “Not yet! It’s not over yet! The time for the preemptive strike I requested is...
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