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       The Palace. Havila. 

     "Who is he?"

     The Emperor's face could lift up the guard knelt before him and fling such into the thin air. His long face trained by determination and the need to seek vengeance. The urge and the thirst for revenge had marred to what extent his mental horizon could expand. 

    "Great emperor, he says he is the sorcerer of the great king of Kula."

    The emperor stood up at that. His stern face contoured into worry,

   "How can that be? What guts does she have? To think she can kill me the manner at which she had killed that warrior? She should be some inexperienced Nymph."

    He cussed, swelling in rage. If rage was a balloon which was inflated, he could had bursted. That was how pissed off and angered he was. 

   He walked down the throne and stood before the guard. He looked to the right

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