Dean Morton : The Paupers' Guardian Angel

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Dean glances around to examine his situation. Suddenly, Namsqeem comes out of the soul shard which Dean keeps under his long blazer.

“What is this? Why I feel so heavy?” asks Namsqeem.

Dean doesn’t say a word. But at least, he looks so relieved knowing that the situation in Belestia Hill must have been secured.

“These undead?” mumbles Namsqeem, seeming so familiar with Valery’s way of thinking. “He is going to use them to give him some space to cast his spells.”

“I know,” Dean affirms. “Why don’t you deal with them, so I can handle that man?”

Namsqeem makes his move. His sudden appearance has ruined all Valery’s plan. Now Valery needs to find another way to deal with Dean.

But suddenly, he sees the arrival of so many missiles in the sky, coming from the east. They look so fast, because time passes with a different flow between inside the dome and outside it.

All the missiles explode without being able to penetrate the dome. Yet, Valery still looks so upset, and Dean notices his sour f