123 Bluestellaʼs last stand? (II)

Black Dragon Gate Arc

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(POV: Bluestella)

The fateful hour arrived, the weight of my destiny bearing down upon me mercilessly. The accursed iron mask, adorned with dark and foreboding runes, was secured tightly around my head, binding me in a prison of despair. Chains imprisoned my hands and legs, tethering me to my deserved fate.

"Pig.." (Damian)

I didn't respond.

"Pig.." (Damian)

I didn't respond.

Damian sneered at me, his voice dripping with malice.

"You dare to ignore me?" he spat, his indignation punctuated with the harsh sound of his stick striking the iron mask.

I winced, the metallic clang reverberating through my skull.

"I'm not deaf," I retorted, my voice laced with a trace of defiance.

A wicked smirk twisted Damian's lips.

"Ah, so you're still capable of speaking," he mused mockingly. "Well then, you wanted exile, did you not? It seems you're about to get your wish. We're guiding you to the Great Forest."