Chapter 38

Someone once said

That in order for man to be free.

Man most kill his god.

Not the God of man

But the god of the man

Kill the Slave Master and destroy the chains.

In a quiet room with little to no light, the silhouette of a woman resting on her hills as she sat on the bed. She sat with her back straight, both hands on her thighs and her eyes staring at the closed door as if she was using her non-existent mind power to blow up the door to a billion pieces.

Her hands shook as she squeeze her fisted hands in anger. "Where is he?" She asked the herself in anger.

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