"This is great!" he declared, a malevolent glint in his eyes.
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The archers aimed their arrows at Radika, tension thick in the air. Cale's mind raced with a blend of apprehension and determination. Is he crazy? he wondered, his grip on Athanasia tightening. This isn't the time for games.
A plan formed in Cale's mind as he locked eyes with Choi Han. A subtle signal passed between them, a shared understanding of what needed to be done.
Cale's thoughts turned cold, his gaze unyielding as he focused on Radika.
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Kill him, Choi Han, in the most painful and cruel way you know.
Arrows were aimed at Radika, each archer taking aim. The tension in the air was palpable, but Radika's maniacal laughter filled the space.
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"I'll see you next time!" he declared with a sinister grin before vanishing into thin air, leaving chaos and uncertainty in his wake.
Cale's attention returned to Athanasia, his grip never wavering as he wiped the blood from her mouth. Gently, he stood, lifting her in a bridal hold. His heart pounded with a mixture of worry and determination, his arms cradling her unconscious form protectively.
The king's voice resonated from the stage, urging unity and rest.
The celebration had been marred by turmoil, but there was a promise of continuation at a later time. The priest, having rushed to their side.
