The feast was delightful, colourful, and magnificent as always…. But there is no joy nor spirit presents…
Despite the wonderful music, mouthwatering food, the exquisite and explicit entertainment held, the cloud was clearly over the House of Dorian….
The laughter’s were fake, awkward, and there is no sincerity in their act….
“You’ve returned to your glory, Dorian…. Congratulation on becoming the true house of champions….” Said the Magistrate, who looks truly happy, giving his blow to the man who just keep on smiling, despite having his heart boils and if possible killed that man right there and then….
“Ah, here’s our champion….” Said the Magistrate upon seeing Abigail, now in her tunic, but adorned with golden long arm bracelet, a matching pair of earrings, and necklace, a simple golde
