TO WHAT HAS BEEN DONE, BREAST

After being guided by pendulums and crystals manipulated by Angie and her mother, they arrived at that remote location on the outskirts of a medieval castle. Yaqui was also a very beautiful woman; they both looked like sisters. It was complicated to choose between being a stepfather or a father-in-law. But an enormous door prevented their access.

“Let's destroy it,” said Marco, with sparkling light from his hands and eyes.

“No, wait,” he said, interrupted by Luis lowering his hands. “It's not a good option; either we sneak in to look for that thing, or we announce ourselves and evoke diplomacy to see if we increase the possibility of getting out alive and avoid unnecessary bloodshed.”

“Those options are boring; the only one for these criminals is the one my fire-blue sword will give them.” Angie raised her flaming sword with a malicious smile.

“I don't understand why people name objects,” Luis mentioned, twisting his mouth. “I don't even name my pet.”