“Oh please help me. I have lots of things that I wanted to try. If only I can change the world without making an enormous sacrifice. Please I beg you to help me.” cried the woman as she clasps the small flask that holds the mysterious golden liquid with her bare hands, and tearfully submerges her face upon it, desperately seeking its amelioration.
Thinking of the dire situation that Seventh Magi was into, and for a single idea that the only path and course for all Aswangs to take for them to achieve a utopian world, is the annihilation of all people, he continues to fight fire with fire, eager to strike down this old gentleman in front of him; which is the embodiment of those rats who wante
