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Chapter 40: Kitty Fight

Cheers.

Roars.

Praises.

These are NOT what we receive as we step out of the main palace.

Instead, it is boos,

Sneers,

Disdain,

And Reproach

That welcomes us.

"Woo." Witsel smiles self-mockingly. "We should at least wave to our adoring fans?"

"That aside…" Cahill shields his eyes from the sun as he looks up at the thrones. "How the freak are we supposed to get up there?"

The next instant, an individual with black wings flies up to one of the thrones and takes their seat.

"Oi Witsel!" Cahill complains. "No fair!"

"Now. Now. There is no need to fret." A voice from amongst the thrones above resounds through the gathering. "We apostles are fair and righteous. Of course, we accounted for this and made preparations for you."