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It was the promised day that many people in the Artificiary had waited for. I was standing near a massive pit with a radius of 1 kilometre. The bottom of the pit was filled with light blue mist swirling like a cyclone but in super slow motion. Its edges exuded white smoke.

What's more, I wasn't alone. Behind me were all members of my creed. Standing on the side of the pit opposite me was Krisillis and all people of his organization. We were in a face-off, my side with people wearing white shirts, black pants and brown coats with the creed's emblem on their backs and his side with cowmen wearing black hats and brown hats, tight t-shirts, brown pants and dark brown boots. Krisillis was the only one who wore a coat, a skin-coloured one at that.

Standing on the sidelines were people who were unaffiliated with either of us. The bunch included Yashin's step-siblings and their lackeys.