Residential District and the Great Cleansing
“I am glad you are okay. I wanted to help you, but my teacher didn’t let me go.” Sulong said to Mizar as they were heading towards the residence of Mizar. Mizar was about to say something when suddenly the ground began to shake. The stones embedded on the ground started to vibrate. Swoosh!!! Something flew really fast, above their head. All Mizar could see was an azure blur. “What was that?!” Mizar exclaimed. He sensed it was a living being. “I was about to tell you about this. He is the Order of Spite.” “The Order of Spite?” “Yes. Every two years, a competition is held among the younger generations living in the residential district to see who is the best, and the winner is given the title of the Order of Spite.” After a short pause, he spoke again. “Even though your level is
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