Chapter 57: Episode 54

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Reluctantly, I sat down as the Angel fixed us tea. Did I care for Gabriel’s ramblings? No, no I did not. But my instincts told me the Umbral Witch was dangerous… Nay, not my instinct. It was [Hell King’s Engine], or the little pieces and  bits of Angra Mainyu that had clung to my Soul, which was why I was humoring her. If All The World’s Evils believed this woman was bad news, then she most likely was.

It wasn’t quite fearful per say, but it sure as Hell was cautious of the frankly ethereal Witch. “Please, there’s no need to be so uneasy, Traveler. Whilst I understand tasting the flesh of the youthful is consider a… Hobby of our kind, not all Witches eat people, nor did I order Cain here to lace thou tea with poison, thou can rest assured.”

I narrowed my eyes, stirring the cup given to me as the Umbral Witch shifted in her seat, and the furred-cloak draping down her shapely body almost seductively, as though trying to tempt me into peeling it off the Witch’s form, moved! Alive somehow. It split open to reveal what I had feared, a black skintight suit beneath decorated and sewn together with silvery threads, glimmering dreamily under the candlelight.

The suit looked painted on Gabriel, hugging her bountiful curves far too snuggly for my taste. I was all for meeting seductive women, but not I was in enemies’ territory and it’s distracting me from my objective. Still, I must admit, despite showing next to nothing, the suit managed to show everything at the same time, and it was really affecting my lower-half. ‘Damn hormones…’

“Please, just say your piece, Milady.” I smiled an ugly smile. There was no mirror in sight, but if I could see myself, I’d definitely describe the expression I was making as constipated and unnatural. With a motion, my right leg swung over my left, hiding the raging hard-on that threatened to poke through my pants. Gabriel the Umbral Witch giggled at the clumsy action, sending me a knowing smirk, her tongue lashing at her moist lips.

“Perhaps I can start once thou problem hath subsided? Though, if thou needs my help…” I clenched my fists. Almost getting into Triss’ leather pants had made me somewhat restless and this, this Succubus’ ploy was really getting to my head. ‘O’Dimm, you lied to me! She isn’t a Witch, she’s a fucking Succubus.’

The Succubus in the guise of a Witch chuckled, slumping into her padded chair. The thing looked expensive with its crimson color and a layer of shiny Oakwood that made up its frame. In fact, now that I paid attention, everything in Gabriel’s abode seemed expensive, not nearly as much as Gil’s furniture and decorations, but it was close. “Is there a need to rush, Traveler? Dost thou truly find my presence so repulsive?”

“If you know O’Dimm, then the reason why I’m here, surely you must be aware?” The Witch laughed, her giggles like melodic chimes and the gentle lullaby of a loving mother. “Yes, yes. I’m aware, thou art here to kill me–”

The Angel tightened his grasp on the silver spear at the sound of that, sclera turning blood red, pulsing with veins and Demonic Mana. His neck filled with fiery, Hellish fireballs, causing the his greyish skin to crack and glow, but the Umbral Witch didn’t look disturbed in the slightest, it’s as if she couldn’t see what he was doing. “– And take my Soul to the Devil of Mirrors.”

The Angel growled, and my hands twitched, ready to summon Invictus and Infernal Iris at a moment’s notice. As it turned out, it wasn’t needed. “Stand down, Cain. His intention aside, the Traveler’s a guest of mine. Thou will not harm him, not unless I say so.”

With that, the Angel sulkily returned to his post, his grasp on the spear relaxing for a bit as he backed away and behind Gabriel. “I’m sorry for that, this Child is very protective of me, as thou can see. But, let’s continue, shall we?”

Child? Child?! She meant the seven feet tall, spiked shoulders, horned head and three eyed winged bastard? Was she blind, or was she just that fucking old? “I sense thou art thinking something rude, young Traveler…”

I turned away, whistling innocently. She snorted, before grabbing a plate of cookies and offered it to me. “May I interest thou in some cookies? They art freshly baked by my children.”

“Your children, as in the Demons?” I took one, silently observing it. In a flash, all of its ingredients, along with how it was made was shown to me. It seemed much like the tea, there wasn’t anything unusual in them. “Indeed. May I ask why thou art working for O’Dimm? Thou look smart, surely thou must realize it’s unwise to make a Deal with him?”

I chuckled, plopping the cookie in my mouth. “Sadly, I hadn’t a choice. You call me Traveler, so you know I’m not from ‘round here. I was schemed against by my enemies, and as a result, was sent spiraling through the Void, O’Dimm saves my life, and in exchange I must collect Seven Souls for him, one of which is yours.”

“… O’Dimm hath sent thou to thine death. Thou art powerful for a Magus your age, but not nearly enough to harm me and mine.” The Witch seemed… Assured of her victory. She gave off a sense that she sincerely believed in her words, and that me being weaker than her was a fact, and not a mere belief. Wait, did she just–? “You! What did you just call me?!”

I had been on this planet for months now, but that’s the first time someone, anyone ever referred to me as a Magus. The local terms for Magic and Magecraft users were Sorcerer, Sorceress, Druid for certain people of our kind in Skellige, Witch, Wizard, but mainly Mage. Never had I heard the term Magus in use. Not once. She seemed to stress it too… The Umbral Witch tilted her head in confusion. “What’s wrong, art our kind no longer referred to as Magus anymore?”

Our kind–? Just, who– “Who are you?!”

I hissed, face red with anger? What I was angry about, I couldn’t tell, just that she made me feel like I was being seen through, and no amount of inhumane beauty could distract me from that. The Umbral Witch chuckled meaningfully. “Dost thou need to ask? I’m a Magus, silly Traveler. From France, if my name hath not made it clear.”

My newest Skill activated.

I hadn’t realized I had it. Another Skill twisted by Angra Mainyu’s malice, much like the famous [King’s Engine].

[Skill: Future Tragedy(Active) – Lv: Max]

Project realistic Illusions of the target’s Deaths across multiple Timelines via sheer Bloodlust and Will-Power…

There were more information regarding the Skill, but that’s the gist of it. An Illusion Skill capable of tricking the minds into shutting down, and the targets’ lungs and hearts to cease. I hadn’t even realized I was using it on Tamara Strenger and the Red Riders, not until I actively tried to do it on the Novigrad’s Massacre. Yes, people had taken to name the night of the Elven Raid on Novigrad, not the most creative, but it did serve its purpose well.

The Skill itself stacked on my INT Stat, allowing me to affect one person per INT.

Obviously, the killing part of its effects was only of use against those with weaker-wills than myself. Or, more precisely, those with half my INT Stat. It wouldn’t do anything to Gabriel beyond giving her a scare… At least, that was what I had initially thought and intended. Sadly, it was useless. The Witch waved off [Future Tragedy] with the same ease as one would an annoying fly, even smirking nonchalantly at me as she did so.

I gritted my teeth, feeling them crack under the pressure as I spat out. “Who on Earth are you? How are you here?!”

“Is it not obvious? I seekth the vaunted True Magics, forced open a pathway to the Root of Existence and ended up in this World. Once upon a time, I too was saved by O’Dimm and signed a pact to collect Souls for him, until I fell in my love with my then late husband…” The Umbral Witch looked at the ceiling, head seemingly swimming with memories and nostalgia. “That was five centuries ago, give or take a few years, I refused to collect his Soul, and the Devil of Mirrors hath been after me since.”

That’s impossible! I blurted out. “Nobody can evade O’Dimm for that long!”

I wasn’t surprised she was that old, there were potions and Rituals to extend someone’s lifespan here, there’s even a commercialized version sold by Sorcerers and Sorceresses, that’s how Triss and Yen didn’t look like dusty bags of saggy skins and bones. But escaping the Master of Mirrors?! That’s not possible, not unless you equaled him in mystical might, and Gabriel clearly wasn’t his opponent.

Although she was dangerous, I could still estimate the amount of Mana the Umbral Witch had, while O’Dimm was like a walking haze of Mysteries. In fact, if he didn’t announce himself or make his presence known, Gaunter O’Dimm would be like a ghost to my senses.

There were no waves upon waves of Mana rolling off of him, no… Aura emanating from his mundane appearance, but O’Dimm was always able to give off an unfathomable sense.

If Gabriel’s depth was similar to a trickling river, then O’Dimm’s was a truly bottomless ocean. He didn’t show it often, but memories of O’Dimm casually stopping time with a clap and killing a peasant via inserting his wooden spoon into his eye socket was engraved and carved deep in my mind. “Thou’ll be surprised how easy it is to find loopholes in Deals and Pacts with decades of Magus training–”

Gabriel dipped a cookie in her tea and gently chewed on it, adding. “And O’Dimm is nowhere near the invincible Demon he likes to portray himself as… So thou see, we needn’t fight and squabble, I can help thou back out of the Deal as well.”

I was silent for but moments, contemplating my choices, before shaking my head. “No. You can help me hide and flee at best, and that’s never going to be enough, not for me.” I stared into Gabriel’s vibrant violet orbs. “I do not wish to live the rest of my life like you– Correction, I won’t live like that, hiding in the farthest corners of the planet out of fears and terror. I’ll kill you and fulfill my part of the bargain.”

The Umbral Witch sighed, slumping into her seat. “Is there really no other way? Nothing I can say or do to convince thou to turn back?”

I pressed on my temples. Every previous Soul had been complete a asshat who committed countless atrocities in their lives, and with the exception of Olgierd, none had been open for negotiation like Gabriel was, but I wanted to live, not merely survive. I pretended to think about the Witch’s offer, before amping myself up with [Reinforcement] and shooting forth at Gabriel, both Invictus and Infernal Iris already armed and ready.

We were feet away.

I could reach her faster than she could blink, and yet…

From her cloak, a 14^th Century rifle, clearly modified by Magecraft, plopped into her waiting hands as she batted my blades away, head and neck snapping back at an inhuman angle to avoid my attack.

I landed near the fireplace, making a grabbing motion and mobilizing the Elder Blood to cover her whole, but…

With a snort, Gabriel shattered the barrier with ease by flexing her overwhelming pool of Demonic Mana. “Such a shame, thou and I could have done great things together, killed O’Dimm perhaps?”

“Hah! Thanks for telling me you know jack-shit about the Mirror Master.” Killing O’Dimm? I would have better luck surviving against a Top-Tier Servant like Karna and a fully enraged Gil. Not to throw shades at the two, they were incredibly powerful, but neither had the same trickiness and hax O’Dimm had, and they were far more predictable thanks to their… Characterization.

Karna was a noble, honorable Warrior, and Gil was an arrogant King/Queen.

They were easy to counter once you knew their weaknesses and personality traits. Didn’t make fighting them any better, but that sure as Hell beat fighting an invincible Demon with Reality-Warping abilities. “My apology, young Traveler. It hast been… Nice, seeing someone from my World, but we must end this now.”

Gabriel raised her rifle, shooting several shots at me. Shots that traveled far faster than what I was used to. I had a gun, a much more Modern model, and the bullets were never that fast, neither were they glowing purple with Demonic Mana. I blinked behind her, I could see my victory well-within sight, until Cain– The Angel’s spear collided with my blades and hordes of Demons descended on me from outside.

I blinked again, cleaving at the Demons.

It might seem unnecessary, but I needed to… Thin out the herd before focusing on the main dishes.

Less obstacles that way.

Thus, our fight, which was originally kinda chaotic, took a turn for the worse.

I didn’t bother keeping track of time, but by the time I was halfway through the Demons horde, limbs and heads were all over, while other less savory… Liquids, blood mostly, reached my ankles. “[Ansuz]!”

Waves of angry red lightning consumed the reassembling Demons, traveling through the pool of blood beneath their feet. I, obviously, wasn’t stupid enough to stand with them, blinking to the ceiling and swinging from the chandelier and onto the table as the Demons convulsed, before being disintegrated by the high voltage. They were Demons, they wouldn’t– Couldn’t die from something so trivial, but without their Vessels, they couldn’t do much beside whispering bullshits in my ears.

Which, to be honest, I did not appreciate.

Not one bit. “FUCK OFF!”

[Hell King’s Engine] pulsed, sending the bodiless Demons tumbling away in confusion as I dodged another hail of bullets. “Does that thing ever run out bullets?!”

“Sadly not, young Traveler.” Suddenly, Gabriel’s spiky black hair shot in front of her, lengthening and pooling to create a… Gateway? “What now?!”

“My other children are eager to meet thou! Give them a warm welcome, won’t you?” From the portal, the head of a monstrous, three-eyed Lion Demon poked out, its black mane sparkling with electricity and its mouth dripping with… Acidic poisons that ate straight through the floor and continued to spread. Seeing that, Gabriel leaped onto the ceiling, and it was as though gravity wasn’t applied to her. What kind of bullshit was this?!

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I screamed internally as the gigantic Lion Demon charged at me hungrily.

I ducked underneath its snapping jaws, reinforcing my arm and punching it so hard I felt my bones cracked and fractured.

It just barely faze the Demon as it challengingly spat out a tooth, a tooth which it regrew in mere seconds. “So that’s how it’s gonna be? Fine, motherfucker. Lion versus Lion it is then.”

Only the upper-half of its body was outside, and as the Demon clawed at me, its lesser brethren, uncaring of their own Vessels, charged to… Keep me from dodging, I guessed? Dumb of them to do so, especially since I just displayed the ability to blink across Space-Time. I simply allowed them converge in one place, and as the Lion was about to crush us all, I blinked out and up to the Great Demon’s head.

I pulled my arm back, hammering down at the Demon’s head.

The entire group of Lesser Demons, while smashed to bits, would still need to be incinerate later to prevent their resurrection, I could already see their minced carcasses twitching and pulling themselves back together.

My hand made a sign, spraying cyan fire at the twitching Demons, and using that moment of distraction, the Lion Great Demon jumped up, nearly smashing me against the ceiling. Now, this would have worked, had I been the me of months back, but…

I simply blinked away.

A triumphant smile was about ready to creep itself on my lips when a burst of Demonic Mana notified me to the presence of a second Great Demon.

I snapped my head back, “Really, a goat?! That’s so overused.”

Another head popped out, it was a Snake and a Dragon. The Dragon was armless by the way.

Lion, Snake, Dragon and Goat. A Chimera. “I’ll give you props, that is… A little less overused. Kinda fodder material though.”

I whispered beneath my breaths, springing up to avoid the snake’s head swing? Seriously, I was expecting it to bite me, being a snake and all, but head swings? Really, which idiot designed this Boss fight?! The Dragon hissed and– Wait, what? “Did you just– *Blink*– Just hiss?!”

As if to say, ‘fuck you’, the Dragon sprouted a wave of crimson fire at me. It was faster than a bullet, but much easier to dodge thanks to its sheer size. Unlike a bullet, which was small and hard to see, the fire was rather noticeable. In the end, the wave of fire didn’t hit me, but it did hit the Lion in the face though. I was wrong to fear her, the so-called Umbral Witch was a joke–!

The Goat slammed into me, its teeth were mostly herbivore, but the fangs were definitely not as it chomped on my arm, spreading something into my system. “Son of a bitch!”

Okay, less bantering and making fun of the enemies, more fighting. Got it.

Thankfully, the Goat was far weaker than what I assumed was its main head, the Lion. With my arms still clutched under its teeth, surviving the fate of being crushed thanks to [Reinforcement], I dug my nails at the roof of its mouth, making it screech in pain, yanked it up, feeling its slimy tongue collide with my arms, and slammed it back down before blinking out of its range.

Then, I threw Infernal Iris at the Goat’s third eye which sat right in the middle of its forehead, [Spatial Expand] growing the rapier to humongous size and spearing its head. It fell, not two seconds had passed and already it was healing, its body pushing Invictus out, as though rejecting the foreign object. I leaped into a somersault, again spraying an Elder Blood-charged [Igni] at the creature.

Only to be jumped on by the rest of the Heads… I weaved, dodged and ducked beneath their attacks, frowning all the while. Was it just me or were the Heads getting more and more coordinated? ‘Dodge, swing, [Finn Cannon], [Ansuz] and–! FUCK! That was close!’

It seemed the longer the Demons stayed here, the smarter they got. Or, maybe? I turned my gaze towards the Umbral Witch, she hadn’t made a single move to attack since her summoning of the Chimera Demon. Could it be? Did I just make the mistake of focusing too much on the bigger enemies and forgetting about their Summoner? Instead of playing around with the Chimera, whom I must reluctantly admit was slowly getting the upper-hand, I slammed my foot down and propelled myself at the unmoving Witch.

The Chimera Demon was powerful, of that I had no doubt, but their larger sizes also meant they were slower, meaning they wouldn’t be able to protect her in time.

I was inches away from looping the Witch’s head off when Cain– The Angel got in front of me. ‘That’s not gonna work for a second time!’

I blinked behind her, letting my previous momentum carry me to the Umbral Witch amidst the Demons’ astonished, yet evil smirks. Was I missing something? Perhaps the Demons didn’t want to serve Gabriel as well, or…

I didn’t get to finish my thoughts when her hair hardened, shooting at me like a porcupine’s spikes, if said porcupine had cursed, pulsing pikes on its body, ready at all time.

I blinked a moment too late, and one of the many spikes nicked me on the arm.

The effect was nigh instant, I felt the World swirl around me, I felt up and down, left and right reversed.

My left arm flopped useless to my side, allowing Invictus to slip from my grasp. The Demons were quick to charge, one grabbing my treasured rapier and corrupting it. Just like that, the connection between me and my sword, which I hadn’t even realized was there previously, was cut off… And I? I was fucking furious.

Invictus was mine.

That was Gil’s gift, the first real gift she gave to me, and it dared taint my rapier with its Mana? “You son of A whorrRE! GIVE IT BACK! Return my blade!”

I bolted towards the offending Demon, kicking and hacking away with Infernal Iris. One Demon was close to chomping on my neck, so I bitch-slapped it on the face, sending the hax purple Werewolf tumbling into its brethren. Another hack split open a goat-headed Demon with ease, the curved sabre in my right hand was deadly. With [Critical Strike], a nick from it could become a slash wound, though it did rely on chances.

Perhaps my Luck was growing, or maybe it’s just the sabre responding to the darker emotions in me, but every slash after ripped and tore the Demons to pieces and bits.

Unfortunately… “How long can thou hold on, Traveler? Thou strength is waning, and thou Mana depletes each second this goes on longer! Give up and hand me thou life! I shall make you into something better, stronger and thou may join my Children! Thou shalt never have to fear Gaunter O’Dimm ever again!”

I did not reply, I did not even growl as I fell to a knee, clutching my wounded arm. It was rotting inside out, infecting and wiggling its way into my flesh, and on a deeper level, my Soul. Yet, the pain was not even close to what I felt as the connection between Gil and I was clutched in some nameless Demon’s claws. “I’ll be back for my blade–”

I did not even look at Gabriel, just at Invictus and continuing. “– And you all will sUFfeR.”

It was like everything in my sight had taken a crimson hue. I imagined this must be how monsters saw the World, but I couldn’t be bothered to care. I needed to get Triss to look at my arm and return for Invictus. Thus, with a flash of cyan, I disappeared from the Island, appearing right on top of Triss’ desk. The fiery Sorceress was nowhere in sight, and the… Curse(?) was growing stronger.

I clenched my teeth, trying my best to ignore the pain and used my own Mana to stave off its influence as best I could. “Tr– Triss? I‐ Uhmm- I need help. If you’re home, please answer.”

I barely managed to drag myself forwards, stumbling my way to the stairs, my voice sounded hoarse, gravelly and my throat felt raw, like I had gotten sandpaper stuck in there somehow and it was rubbing against the walls of its flesh. I croaked, more vulnerable than I cared to admit. “Ci- Ciri? Some- Someone, anyone…? H- Help.”

“What’s wrong?” At last, someone replied back. Through the blurry haze that was my vision, I saw a tuft of white on a tall silhouette. It could not be Ciri, the voice was too masculine to be the Witcheress, and she didn’t wear a full set of armor like that, it must be Geralt. I felt his arm sling under my shoulders, helping me to my feet. “Leonis, what’s wrong? What happened to you?”

“Wi- Witch, Cursed… Need- Need to get Triss, she can help.” I wasn’t sure if I blacked out or not, but the moment I said that, I found myself in the dusty old room I had appropriated. The White Wolf was carefully putting me on the bed, whispering something to me in his gruff, monotone voice. “Is there– Contact her?”

I tiredly fished out the Communication Gem I kept in my chest-pocket, injecting just enough of my Mana to activate it, and shoved the Mystic Code into his awaiting hands. “Call [Triss Merigold].”

The Gem obeyed, flashing the Sorceress’ face and giving off the telltale hums of an ongoing call. It didn’t take long until she picked up. “Leonis, you called?”

I opened my mouth to speak, yet nothing came out beside spits and blood. “Let me. Triss, this is Geralt, Leonis has been cursed, I don’t know by who or what, but it looks bad. He needs your help.”

Triss didn’t bother asking questions, she simply said, ‘On my way’ with a little added from Ciri, who was likely having a day out with the Sorceress. Moments later, I sensed a burst of Elder Blooded Magic boom, sending an invisible wave crashing to my room. Ciri had been making progress, but she was still too hasty and reckless in her usage of the Elder Blood. ‘I’d have to up her lessons soon.’

I thought to myself as delirium set in and the two ladies threw open the door to my room. “Leonis?!”

“Hi there Princess, Firefly…” I barely managed a wave, before darkness crept in from the corners of my vision and I blacked out, knowing I was in good hands. No point in worrying about it anyway, if Triss couldn’t fix whatever was happening to me, nobody could. With that, already on its last legs, the vestige of my consciousness gave out,

All the while, the Curse whispered sweet-nothing into my ears, offering powers beyond measures.

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

“Geralt, what happened to him? Why’s he like that?” The Witcheress’ face was grim, watching as the black veins, as though alive, climbed from the Sorcerer’s profusely bleeding arm to his naked shoulder and chest. It was only thanks to Triss’ Spell and, partly, Leonis’ natural Magic Resistance that the corruptive Mana was being staved off, halted in its track, but that was just a stop-gap measure, not a permanent one.

“I don’t know.” Her adoptive father shook his head, adding after a moment of silence and thoughts. “I went into the building to find you two and found him dragging himself to the stairs.”

“It must be from a Contract.” Ciri muttered angrily. Natural or Artificial, Leonis Magnum was technically family! Hers… He had done so much, and now that he was in pain, hurting, she couldn’t even do anything for him beyond pray and hope that he would pull through. He would, right? Since meeting him, Leonis had never once lost. It’s just not in him to lose regardless of the circumstance.

The Witcheress had seen him worried, she had seen him in dire situations, but he always, always got a way out. He wouldn’t– Couldn’t be defeated by a mere Curse, it’s not possible, was it? Indeed, Ciri had seen him weak, exhausted, and bone-tired, but this was new. From her observations, Leonis Magnum had always hidden himself under a guise of fearlessness and confidence to the point of arrogance.

Yes, it was merely a guise, a façade he put up, one so convincing Ciri didn’t think even he himself realized he was wearing it, but it was consistent. Never once had she seen it falter, seen the vulnerability seep in, because he wouldn’t allow it, and for a while, Ciri herself was tricked into thinking that’s just how he was. That he was something beyond mere humans and mortals, but now? Now that he was bedridden, face pale, limbs shaking and slowly being deformed…

Only then did it truly strike home how utterly normal he was.

The person on the bed wasn’t the invincible Sorcerer who wrecked and pushed back entire squadrons of Red Riders and Redanian Soldiers, nor the man she had grown to depend on, however little that dependence was, he also wasn’t the snarky, if somewhat rude child she had met.

He was just… A teenage boy.

It made her feel elated, to know he was similar to her, just a person, albeit stronger than normal. She silently observed as the Sorcerer twist, turn and shake on the bed, discomfort marring his features. He was handsome, she must give him that, his face was almost Elven in appearance, even prior to the transformation of the Witcher Trials and the Elder Blood. It was odd, to see him without that casual smirk, or the confident smile he would wear always.

Despite her best judgements and the warnings of her mentor/father-figure and her surrogate sister to not touch him, for they knew not what the Curse could do, Ciri reached to cup his cheeks, wet with sweats and… Tears. He groaned, moving away instinctively to avoid the heat radiating off her hands. “You’ll be fine, won’t you?”

She caressed his face, gentler than she had ever been. “You won’t die here, there’s so much for you to live for…”

He did not respond, and there was no indication that Leonis was listening, yet she persisted, even while Geralt and Triss busied themselves with herbs and potion-brewing behind. “You’re better than this, I know you are, I’ve seen you prevail against what all would describe as unwinnable odds. Fight Leonis, fight! You must live.”

Ciri swallowed down a sob, backing away as the Sorcerer’s still form remained motionless, unmoving, like he was gone.

She never noticed his fingers twitching in agitation, as though having heard her pleas.

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