"I am a monument to all your sins. There are no gods here, for he has turned his eye on us. This is not the time to be doubting, Van Hohenheim." Father spat. Hohenheim gasped, and Father pulled him off the ground. No alchemy, no tricks, just his bare hands latching onto the old man's shoulders in desperation. "I need your strength."
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Sorry for the long wait for the finale. Hope this keeps you motivated to stay tuned. Should be out soon, I'm about halfway done with the chapter now. :) Love ya! <3