Prologue 13 (Part 1) Last Day At Johklon and Preparations.

Kazu sat at the corner of her bed that connected to the edge of her wall, and at the moment she felt…off about the way she reacted. It had been 16 years, so why as she so vexed every time? Even her, herself did not know. She stopped thinking about it with tears in her eyes and begin furiously working on her clay dolls.

The rest of the weeks went in a blur;

Cultivation.

Clay

Technology.

Trying to avoid anything that would, make them fight.

Oh, she was now dealing with 100 pieces of 7 times reinforced Glass also.