THE FIRST WEEK OF THIRD METEOROLOGICAL FALL 7

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Everyone was seated properly in their respective chairs inside the Crimson Red Spiral Hall. Preventing oneself to speak out further, the hall was fell into a deafening silence once more as everyone thought deeply. They want to finish everything so that they can start what they are going to do. Everyone's eyes were focused on Proteus. Waiting for what he has to say. Ace, on the other hand, was able to breathe a sigh of relief as his life was spared, especially his father Vexillum, who had done nothing before but sweat profusely in his seat and was terrified of what was about to happen to his son. Judas, on the other hand, grinned a little when he saw how Vexillum's expression change as if a thorn had been plucked out of his chest. Proteus cough a little before speaking up. "First, we

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