To enter the cemetery I must skirt around a pile of brown frosted leaves, the innumerable flashing fragments shine in the brilliant wintry light, for today there is no weather; no wind and no clouds. Even the leaf stems lie white and sharp. Ahead the path glistens like white quartz, yet ice crystals on weary concrete is all it is.

All this beauty over everything dead, and here I am to add to it with a bunch of pink roses in my gloved hand. I pause, my breath rising in visible puffs; then I remember why I came. I need to talk to her and this is the only way. The proximity to her frigid bones and the gift of flowers will close the gap between us for a moment, and in that brief window of time I will feel her love again.

Looking at it in another angle, this was pretty funny in a dark way because this is a three year old memory. I can recall the details of that day better than any birthday, it's clearer in my mind than even last weekend. I have only but to recall it and I am treading that frosted leaves again in my black pants with the white flecks, the ones I didn't feel were black enough.

Funerals are funny like that; the height of raw emotion that swells to see your loved one committed to the soil sears the memory into your mind, that one day forever colored in vibrant hues. In time the cemetery shifts out of daily memories, every few days, then every few weeks, then every few months - but always there to be recalled.

Arma jerked awake with an urgent sense that something was wrong. Lightning flickered against the window, followed almost immediately by a tremendous crash of thunder. He had slept through the game’s storms before, so it wasn’t that which had woken him. No, he had a feeling that some kind of danger threatened. He leapt out of the bed, dashing across the room and quickly jogged through the hallway to the door which Zessica resided behind.

Just in case if the sensation he felt was a false warning, Arma turned the knob gently, enough to make not a sound before peeping inside. Slowly, his eyed adjusted to the dark and he finally found the girl, sleeping sideways on the bed against the pillow with some sort of novel a few inches from her. The blankets were raised up to her shoulders and Arma could hear the faint sounds of breathing which was akin to the waves on the beach moving back and forth from the golden sand.

Convinced that it was a false alarm after all, Arma sighed in relief and slowly closed the door. Then after checking the time and noting that it was only an hour and fifteen minutes before they all would be summoned to the Center, he dressed up and took a quick bite before walking out the door. He didn’t bother leaving a note for Zessica because unlike him, she always finds him.

It had been approximately two weeks since they arrived to Pendle, the eighth server from all the seven regions. Ever since Doomsday occurred on Earth, completely demolishing any chance of living on that planet again, humans have resorted to escape to a battle virtual reality game to survive through a cylindrical tube. It modifies physical matter to computer bits and bytes, to physical matter again which was why humans physically living in the game itself was possible. A lot of families were both separated and lost and many had to be sent to orphanage in hopes that their family could find them again.

The total populations who survived that particular day were roughly two hundred thousand citizens. Since the original server had a capacity of four hundred people, the AI in the game had created seven other servers for them to live. Interestingly enough, Wind Crest was the original server. The rest of the servers, six of them at the most were towns and cities like Wind Crest, each having their own special name. Pendle however, the eighth server was a different entity altogether. It was the place where the actual game, Blessed Combat held after the world came to an end since now that there were more people to play.

Arma smiled as he recalled the hardships he went through with Zessica to even come to the actually real game thus far. Even the horrible experiences and the mind numbing mysteries made him smile. Of course they were annoying as heck, enough to make his brain grow overload with so many possible theories, but looking back on it now, he couldn’t believe he had went through all of it in the span of a few months. To him, it felt like it was yesterday that he was known as the ‘Lone Wolf’, the extremely tall guy who had tremendous amount of power which he couldn’t control it whatsoever and hurt people because of it. Now, he had allies by his side, probably an odd bunch to call them as friends but friends nonetheless.

Regardless, Pendle was nothing which Arma had imagined. Unlike the towns and tons of places in Wind Crest, Pendle was what he would call a lone floating building on space. The best way he could describe Pendle was that it was a very small in height yet enormously large in area cylindrical tube, like a flat but thick pancake. At the edges of the circle, it was branched externally to seven smaller cylindrical lines, each representing all the seven servers, in a star shape at a horizontal direction. At the very end of these cylinders were extremely large cuboids that could hold ten rooms altogether. In each room, there were two bedrooms, one bathroom, a vast living room and a dining room with food which restocks itself in equal time interval.

It was a luxurious area, much like Arma’s own home back in Wind Crest. It was crazy just how huge their sector was. The only reason why they been stuck in this floating building for two weeks was because either the representatives of some servers was delayed in their travel journey or the Trials haven’t been completed yet. The reason why there are so many rooms was because each representative member could bring two of their family member or friend to join them. For Arma, he picked Zatch and Phoenix and Zessica picked her cousin BackStabber, so all three of them were with the two mismatched partners. Sophie brought Caterpillar and surprisingly enough, the other three didn’t bring anyone. Euphino claimed that the only reason he didn’t bring his overly passionate Uncle was because he was busy owning the beach as the Chef there.

Basically, the Center of the building where the branching starts from is like the Center in Wind Crest, the stadium. It was where all the five representatives of their server come to meet and fight to the end, until one lone player or team gets the title as the winner. Rumour has it that the prize was getting five of the victor’s wishes come true but so far no one had claimed this was true, not even the victors themselves as they were evasive by the question. Although, Arma wasn’t interested in the prize, he was more into winning the game. After all, he made that promise with Zessica that he would be the number one in Blessed Combat and that she would help him take that place.  

“Arma? What are you doing so early up in the morning?” Zatch asked curiously as the tall lad stepped inside without even knocking. It was surprising that the Human Database wasn’t even startled with his sudden visit but that was Zatch for you, always accepting bizarre things on the spot.

“I should be asking you the same thing. How long have you been up?” Arma queried suspiciously, looking at the random glowing windows Zatch had popped up, it being the only light source in the room. The childhood friend merely shrugged his shoulders as he tapped from one window to the next expertly, not at all overwhelmed with the sheer number as Arma was. There was tons of information varying from news to journals that the tall lad’s sleepy mind still yet to comprehend.

“What are you up to?” Arma tried again, this time with the other question as he sat on the empty bed while watching Zatch do his own bravado. Without even looking away from the screen or stopping from whatever he was doing, the bespectacled teen replied back with an indifferent tone.

“Trying to separate facts and theories.”

“Facts and theories?” Arma repeated numbly, obviously confused. Zatch nodded before swiping away one window to another.

“Yea... most of the information about this game itself, the Phantom Dance and all of that junk are mere hypothesis and theories. You could say that I am trying to resetting everything and start from the beginning again.” Zatch elaborated indifferently, once again swiping one window to another and then rapidly typing away on a hovering keyboard. Arma had a haunting suspicion that this guy had been up for more than just for a few hours and something also told him that their third childhood friend, fiery Phoenix was unaware with Zatch’s unhealthy habit starting up again.

“Why would you do that?” Arma questioned eventually, wondering why he would go as far as to rewind everything all over again from the beginning. After all, the whole Blessed Combat trial days were pretty hectic with something new and unsettling happening every day.

“You could say that I am trying to clear my mind. Sometimes when you have so much information; you tend to overlook the mistakes. It’s like an author writing a story, only to read it a few weeks later to find so many grammatical mistakes.” Zatch explained without missing a beat, not once blinking ever since Arma stepped inside his room. To be honest, the taller lad was getting worried with that fact.

“So what have you come across so far? The facts?”

“Other than that Ophelia is some sort of vessel bearing memories, absolutely nothing.” Zatch answered again, this time surprising Arma. The taller male blinked, confused and just when he was about to ask, Zatch beat him to it as if he read his mind.

“So far everything was just speculation. We are not even sure Zessica alone was the cause of the Taboo two years ago. Sure she has potential to do that but is she really? How are we supposed to rule out that there couldn’t be possibly any other person to destroy more than half the game stage other than her? Even if Ophelia stated this, who knows whether her memories had been modified by the Phantom Dancer? What are the chances that the letter given to you by him is not the real one and just a fake one instead? Who is this Boss and are we sure that he is the same person as the one Zero, Sophie and Caterpillar works for? What-

“Okay! Okay! I get it. All of it are just theories and you aren’t going to confirm those things as fact until you get solid proof, is that it?” Arma interrupted quickly before Zatch could ramble off to himself to oblivion. Sometimes he had a tendency to do that. He get so into something that he talks about it nonstop and sometimes to the point that no one can understand him anymore. That was one of the cons of being an information broker, having too many details in his head. Nevertheless, Zatch blinked, as if waking himself up from a mid blabber.

“Ah, yes you are correct.”

“So... what are you going to do now?” Arma asked aloud, also inquiring himself the same question. Zatch looked contemplative at first, no doubt forming elongated answers in his mind before sighing deeply.

“I will have to take one mystery at a time. Like Zessica’s disappearance after the Taboo. According to Dr. Tear, she was gone for a couple of months before showing up like any normal day. I already started with the video at the hospital on the day the Taboo occurred.” Arma felt the gap between his eyebrows creased.

“Since when did you get that?”

“The day after Sophie became one of my freelancers. I told her to talk to Dr. Tear and get the video on that day and she did. Remember the time when you had to dress up as Red Riding Hood?” How could Arma forget that day? That was the day when he felt so embarrassed; he didn’t find the ‘Lone Wolf’ title quite so bothersome anymore. Of course he didn’t wear a girl’s dress and more of a gender-bend of the Red Riding Hood but it was still humiliating nonetheless. On cue, Zatch smirked wickedly and chuckled to himself.

“You look so rad in that frilly white shirt, red cloak and that wicker basket that I quite forgotten about the surveillance video altogether.” As if they were following some comedy play script, Arma felt a vein throb at the back of his head and on impulse; he tried to smack the back of Zatch’s head. However, the sly bastard used his Minor of phasing just in time, making Arma’s punch go through him as if he was a ghost. This effectively made the taller lad to shudder and encouraged Zatch to smirk even broader.

“Don’t do that. It’s creepy as heck.” Arma retorted feebly, still shuddering.

“And risk my brilliant head from a stroke? No thank you!” Zatch chimed all too cheerfully and half-heartedly ignored Arma rolling his eyes in sarcasm. Then it was the shorter male’s turn to ask question since the taller one was done with his.

“You haven’t answered my question. Why are you up at this hour? The first day of the actual game won’t start for a long while.” Arma flinched at that question before laughing sheepishly. He had hoped that Zatch wouldn’t have noticed but a part of him was already aware that almost nothing went passed unnoticed his annoying friend. Finally, Zatch pushed away from where he was and turned towards Arma with one eyebrow rose, expecting an answer than a hesitation. Arma on the other hand, was very reluctant to reply back but knew he got himself trapped right then and there. Might as well get it over with his childhood friend then make his partner worry.

“I... I think I went back to square one...” Zatch blinked, obviously not quite getting the vague idea. Arma took his time, trying to put his problem into words before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. It was silly how his heart was beating furiously against his chest just for confessing something that was bothering him for a while.

“Remember the times when I couldn’t control my Major? And developed my fear for mirrors?” To this, Zatch’s eyes widened in realisation before narrowing in suspicion within seconds. No doubt he was already trying to predict what Arma was going to say next.

“W-Well... I am not sure about my Major but I am kind of scared to look at mirrors again.” Arma finally confessed, letting out a large deep sigh in relief now that he let it over and out with. For a second, he thought Zatch would laugh and call him something that he wouldn’t understand but startlingly enough, the informant did no such thing. Instead, he stared at Arma deeply, the kind of stare Zessica would do to try and figure him out. It was that observant stare that Arma was used to Zatch was using.

“Okay... why? Is the future horrible or something?” Zatch integrated quietly, not commenting on anything and switching to his professional mode on. To this, Arma sighed in relief again at the fact that his friend was taking him seriously. He couldn’t help it. The first time Arma told anyone back in the first few months about his future predictability, no one had believed him. Arma could vaguely remember that maybe Euphino and Zessica had believed him but that too, was a fuzzy memory.

“Kind of... I can’t tell. It’s like flashes of everything at once.”

“Can you describe the events?” Zatch asked, quickly taking a notepad and pen and jotting everything down like a therapist. At first, Arma stared at his eccentric friend, wondering whether he was actually doing this until he realised that he didn’t really mind Zatch taking this a bit too seriously.

“Well... there is one even where buildings are on fire and falling. Kind of like Doomsday happening all over again but in Wind Crest and some other game servers... Then there are explosions... most of them are dead bodies... One of them is not very clear.” Arma felt his eyes scrunch as he recalled that particular vision. Zatch only nodded as he jotted it down rapidly on his notepad.

“Can you at least picture it how it looks like?” Zatch asked eventually, the noise of the pen scribbling something furiously on the thin piece of paper resonating in Arma’s ears. The tall lad tried to evoke that vision in his mind again, only to come up with something very fuzzy. It was like staring at a picture with very low resolution, but he could make out, or more accurately, guess what it looked like.

“A bride? Or someone wearing a torn white dress that looks expensive. There are chains here and there too.” Zatch nodded again before tapping the end of his pen on his chin, thinking deeply.

“Like someone being kept hostage? A slave?” Zatch suggested as Arma scrunched his eyes to clear the fuzzy image again. It looked like that, but he couldn’t really tell. To Zatch, it was already clear to him what Arma’s answer was by the expression in his face so he continued forth before the tall lad could even have the chance to answer.

“Okay, anything else?” Arma blinked, apparently disoriented when Zatch interrupted his chain of thoughts before recovering just as quickly. He was just about to say that was all until he remembered clearly another vision that had been haunting him a little longer than these recent visions.

“Sometimes... I see this question in bold text. ‘What’s it like to be free?’ I’ve been seeing this ever since Zessica asked me that question, the day before we dealt that mind reading guy and that invisible guy at the Trials. Sometimes I also see this dream but I can’t remember what it is about. I know it’s the same one but for the life of me I can never remember.” Zatch frowned as he recalled that day of the two infamous cheaters. Fog and Silver they were and disturbingly enough, Oliver, his third freelancer had mentioned that he couldn’t find them anywhere in the game. Titania, the one who had been trying to get Arma as her pet slave was also missing.  

“I see... what about those others? Buildings falling and the explosions?” Zatch asked, purposely avoid mentioning about the dead people in his Mirror Clairvoyance since this had upset him a lot back then. It was no different how he was upset about it even now.

“I can’t pin point when but I think it was on that night at the party. Where everyone was celebrating our victory in getting the five spots.” Arma answered with uncertainty at first only to be slightly more convinced with himself as he finished the second sentence. To this, the informant frowned. A part of him wanted to ask this tall lad why he hadn’t mentioned this to anyone until he realised what these visions could possibly mean.

Every so often, Arma’s future predictability was accurate, unless he changed something in the setting to avoid it. If it was about buildings, explosions and dead people, the chances that his vision was telling him that even this virtual reality was going to face Doomsday was not slim. The problem was though that Arma can’t tell when it will happen other than that it will happen in the future. It could happen in seconds, or it could happen in years. Then there’s the other problem of avoiding it.

“What’s the first vision? The building falling?” Zatch suddenly asked, coming to an idea but a bleak one at that. Arma blinked before replying.

“The explosion, why?”

“Was there any... casualties?” Zatch asked, once again avoiding the word dead but Arma was no fool. He got the hint anyway and even though it made him feel uneasy, he answered back.

“Well there were a lot of people injured. There were no deaths.” Zatch sighed in relief at this answer before nodding to a conclusion. Arma watched him curiously as he jotted something down even more at his notepad till he started speaking while writing at the same time.

“So since we don’t know exactly when this will happen, we can lay low for now and try to figure out to avoid all of this from happening. When the explosion happens, then we can take actions. Fair enough?” It was Arma’s turn to frown again.

“Why can’t we take action now?”

“Because you have a game to play and a promise to fulfil remember? Don’t worry; I will work on that too. Maybe it’s all just visions of what happens in the game itself. The AI is smart and it prevents anyone from dying remember?” Arma wasn’t all that convinced and was about to point out how Oliver ‘died’ by being deleted, only to remember that the AI had taken action to pull anyone out of the danger zone right after that event. Maybe Zatch was right, maybe his visions were just telling him what was happening in the game.

“So now we got that over with, anything else that’s upsetting you?” Zatch asked and Arma was about to shake his head negatively and tell him all is well until he felt a cold shiver running down his spine, completely reminding him another thing that had been bothering him since he came here.

“Ah... yea... There’s another thing that’s making me scared of mirrors again...” Zatch’s raised both his eyebrows in surprise, as if he didn’t expect this outcome only to recover quickly within a fraction of a second. Taking a new page from his notepad, he started scribbling something on it again.

“Oh? What’s that?” Arma fidgeted nervously because this second thing was even more ridiculously sounding than the previous one. The chances of Zatch laughing at him were high at this point but he reckoned he would get this fear over with as well. This one had been giving him the creeps since the second day he was in this place. Of course, Zessica was suspicious about his well being and had asked him several times whether there was something wrong but Arma had always brushed it off as nothing. To him, it actually felt nothing and just a speck of his imagination but after experiencing it tons of times, he wasn’t so sure now.

“Sometimes... I feel like someone is watching me...” The pen on the notepad stiffened and Zatch looked up from the paper and stared hardly at Arma again. Unexpectedly, he didn’t laugh or smile but rather, he looked more concern than ever, a rare occurrence since he liked to envision himself as some person at a high position than anyone else and laugh those who are below him.

“... How so? Like there are cameras in the room?” Arma shook his head negatively and then faced him with such fearful eyes, Zatch knew it was serious.

“No... Like they are watching me through mirrors... I asked Caterpillar whether mirror is one of the objects he uses familiars on since he has that power as a Minor but he said no. Sometimes, I see someone running and disappearing from the mirror too, as if he or she is hiding from me and watching me at the same time... but inside a mirror.”

To Zatch, this sounded a lot like something coming out of a horror movie. No wonder Arma seemed so spooked. He may be a brave person when watching horror movies and playing horror games but to experience it firsthand? It terrifies him to the core. Maybe there was someone from the other server targeting him? After all, he may be slim in figure but his overwhelming height made him huge and threatening. But no one met any other representatives every since they were here. The only chance they could see the other representatives were by spying, which is forbidden and could easily be called for disqualification by the AI. One thing for sure was, whatever and whoever was spooking Arma, Zatch would get to the bottom of it.

“Does Zessica know?” Arma shook his head negatively again.

“She is aware that something is wrong though.”

“Maybe you should tell her. It will make you feel calmer to know your partner knows something is up too. Sooner or later she will find out you know.” Zatch suggested thoughtfully while silently humming to himself. To this, Arma made a face which showed every bit of hesitation and confirmed the informant that it might take a while for the tall lad to admit to his partner that something was making him uncomfortable.

“Well take your time really but I must ask you. How bad is it? To the point that you don’t want to see any mirrors?” Zatch queried curiously, to which Arma hesitated in answering again. It took him approximately a minute to answer back.

“Not so much to that point... but close.” Zatch nodded while being engulfed with his own thoughts. He discarded every single mystery in his mind and thought of ways to get to the core of Arma’s fear. Not many people seem to know but Zatch always put his friends as first priority. The others could go screw themselves for what he cared. However, he will admit that finding the answer to this particular problem won’t be easy to solve alone.

“Honestly I really think you should tell Zessica. For your sake really. Aren’t you dating now anyway?” Even though it wasn’t on purpose and Zatch was simply asking a general question, he was more or less amused how within seconds Arma changed to a spooked out teenager to blushing red tomato. His mouth moved and words came out but all of it was incomprehensible and gibberish as Arma tried but fail to ask Zatch how did he know of this.

“Oh please, I am the Human Database. I know everything!~” Zatch teased with that Chesire grin but the look Arma gave him then, that dry sarcastic one, Zatch knew Arma didn’t believe him in the slightest. With a forced groan, Zatch finally let the cat out of the bag.

“Oh come on it was so obvious! Maybe it looks like a brother sister relationship to others but the chemistry between you two was so much that I was almost screaming at you two to just date and kiss already.” Zatch didn’t think it was possible but Arma grew another deeper shade of red in less the time from the prior. The informant knew that in the next second, Arma was going to bring Phoenix in the subject because of his secret yet shy crush from her and in order to avoid the topic, Zatch continued.

“So if you are dating then just tell her. She understands you far better than anyone does she not? She was the first one to who spoke to you unafraid. Why hesitate?” Arma was about to say something but then stopped altogether. He narrowed his eyes into slits before smirking suddenly, evoking Zatch to raise one eyebrow in surprise.

“You knew I was going to talk about Phoenix didn’t you? So you purposely avoided the topic by bringing Zessica up.” To this, Zatch almost growled lowly, his dumb protozoan brain of a friend was getting smarter. Probably because Zessica’s high intellect was rubbing off on him.

“You’ve gotten smarter Arma.” A voice spoke which made both the males to blink in surprise. Zatch would admit that he was thinking about this but did he spoke this out loud? Judging from Arma’s reaction, it seemed so but why was he frowning? Shouldn’t he be smirking? Then it hit Zatch, he didn’t say this out loud after all. The voice was from someone else. Slowly, as if in synchronisation, the two of them turned their attention towards the source of the voice. What they saw would have been close enough for a jumpscare but Arma was the one who actually leapt from the bed and several feet away like a deer while Zatch stared absentmindedly to the ivory haired girl who was looking at them with curious emerald green eyes. In other words, Zessica.

“How the? What the? When?” Arma blabbered, his grey eyes widened in shock and his heart ramming against his chest at the speed of a hummingbird’s wings set to flight. It was true that he was getting used to Zessica from popping out of nowhere with her weak presence, but sometimes they can be so unexpected that it made his heart to leap in his throat. Plus, how the heck was Zatch so calm with Zessica being there when she was clearly not supposed to be?

“I came in through the door because it was unlocked. I am not a ghost for I am Zessica in the flesh and I been here since you guys were talking about Arma’s fear of mirrors because he feels like someone is watching them.” Zessica answered each of Arma’s questions, even if uncompleted and spoken out in disorientation, in a deadpanned voice. She didn’t sound upset though, which was a good sign.

“Impressive, your skill as a shadow player is improving. I really didn’t notice you there.” Zatch complimented which really meant something. Thanks to his Minor which made him capable of getting information, he somehow more or less able to tell whether Zessica was beside him or not. However this time, he really genuinely didn’t saw it coming. Zessica on the other hand, didn’t comment as usual as she stared at spooked out Arma with those green bright eyes. Arma laughed nervously, unable to believe his cover was blown just like that.

Zatch wasn’t kidding when Zessica said she would find out sooner or later but it came out too soon. Although, if he heard it right, she wasn’t present when he confessed about the visions, which was actually not as bad as the feeling of being watched. Also, he was thankful Zessica found out anyway because he had no idea how to break it to her casually.

“Well I don’t really mind but you should have told me if something was bothering you.” Zessica stated, clearly not upset at all. Arma had known her long enough to decipher her blank expressions to find out what she was actually feeling. The tall lad nodded guiltily before pointing out that he really didn’t think it was anything too big until the feeling got to him frequently.

“Any thoughts on what it could be?” Zessica asked suddenly, eyeing Zatch who was staring at her with wide eyes. Then before he could respond, the shorter girl beat him to it.

“Ah no, apparently not. Same here.” Zessica replied. Zatch on the other hand grinned, fascinated how Zessica could read people like an open book, even if he was about to say something. What a truly canny ability.

“Why are you here anyway?” Arma asked and as an answer, Zessica pointed towards a digital clock on a small desk beside the bed which told that the time now was five minutes to seven, meaning that all of them had to be in the Center of Pendle within five minutes. Arma couldn’t believe it. Time flew by so quickly that he didn’t even notice. He would have sworn that just a minute ago it was only an hour and half before the meeting. Zatch seemed to agree for he was smiling like that Cheshire cat smile again. The moment the three of them stepped out, they were rewarded with everyone else waiting patiently for them.

Caterpillar was chatting with Sophie who looked slightly irritated with her older brother’s annoying chatter but didn’t say anything. Alois was impressively sleeping while standing upright and Euphino was trying to whack him awake. Phoenix was the one stopping him from doing so, only to grow out of patience and try to wake Alois too. Stabs was calmly talking to Ophelia who was just nodding here and there.

Arma frowned for he would admit that for the past week, Ophelia had been pretty docile so far. Back in Wind Crest, she was loud, rowdy and wild. Even in the first week she was only slightly tolerable now that everyone was aware of her condition. Fascinatingly enough, Stabs was the one who brought out the more calm part of Ophelia out and maybe it was him that was making Ophelia to be nicer and smile more sincerely than ever. However she still had that slight mean streak in side of her but then, no one really cared because they were used to it.

“Took you long enough. Ready?” Phoenix asked, finally shaking Alois awake while her attention was clearly on Zessica, Arma and Zatch. The two mismatched pair glanced at each other, the shorter assuring the taller that everything would be alright by her eyes alone before the pair smiled and nodded at Phoenix in response. Together, all nine of them went through the cylindrical branch towards the center of Pendle, to the stadium which the real Blessed Combat game was going to be held. Little did they know was that Blessed Combat would be nothing like the Trials they went through earlier.

Author's note: I know this will have a mistake because I really really rushed this but I wanted to give a New Year present and here it is. See any mistakes, please notify okay? Love you guys!! Don't forget to be awesome

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