VESSEL OF AN ANCIENT GOD

Chapter 162

Master Yonda’s doors creaked open at his command. Oz’s chair screeched. He pulled his arms away from the table swiftly grabbing his staff. He bowed, taking the lead towards the exit. Others followed, albeit, no crying chairs. His chambers lost its voice to his head.

Master Yonda reached the metallic jar seated to his left, pouring himself a cup. “Under fire, messengers will fly, the ashes of old in the vessel will come the seventh and on the second shall soar a new creature unless he who is chosen has been destroyed.”

Splashed liquid of scattered wine soaked his floor, clearing his mind for a second. He banged the jar on the table, clanging of the spoons and plates echoed.

“I am fine.” Master Yonda waved at the onrushing servant. “I said it is fine!” He barked at her. “Leave me.” He dismissed her. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I have to make the right decision.” He sighed.

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