CONVICTIONS

The old gramps smile never wavered, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a hidden intensity"Being smart isn't going to help you in your current situation, " said the old man with the same amiable smile and friendly aura like a kind grandpa giving gifts to his grand- children,but his voice dripping with menace.Evane's gaze locked onto the old man's, her voice steady despite her fragile state. "Yeah, confident in the deal I'm about to propose," she said, her tone firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability. "Let's hear your proposal," the old man said with a nod, "but I'm sure you're aware that there's a common misconception about older individuals..."that "old men tends to loose their intelligence of their prime and are inclined to do things that are considered to be absurd", said the oldman still in his charming smile.Evane chose to ignore the subtle threat in the context the Old man just spout but failed to hide the disdain she felt towards the Old man. Dictuming that "old people tends to loose their intelligence of their superior days and leans towards things that are bizarre" , whiles in actual fact what he meant was " if you say something I consider to be wacky, I will kill you in my moment of foolishness". Evane shook away her thoughts and stretched out her hand. Immediately after she stretched out her hand, three objects appeared out of nowhere and hovered in her palm. The old man still with his signature smile appeared surprised then shocked as he saw the stuffs Evane was presenting, the old man was so shocked that he slipped out of his facade revealing a glimmer of his true self in a manner that would have been a glitch if it was a video game but atlas this was reality.The oldman soon adopted his persona with ease,Evane didn't hide the ridicule and contempt she had for the old man,Evane's eyes sparkled as she presented the objects, her voice laced with teasing. "So, do you think this stuff could buy me a place in your organisation?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. The old man's expression remained neutral, but his eyes showed a flicker of interest. You see, the oldman smile grew wider, and he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement."I don't work for anyone,little one said the old gramps, his voice taking on atriumphant tone.Evane eyes flashed with contemptbut she kept her tone even."Cut the crap, old man. We both know I'm running low on fuel. Either you take me to your organisation or I'll destroy these treasures, and trust me, I'll destroy them faster than you can blink." The old man's eyes narrowed, and he gestured with his hands, his fingers weaving intricate patterns, Evane recognised the gesture as a precursor to magic, and she began to chant a magic spell, her voice rising and falling in a steady rhythm. "Swift gate, my unknown path, Darkness guides to an uncertain place. Stars descend, I follow my fate, Fire guides, my heart carries." As she spoke, the room seemed to vibrate with energy.As she finished the spell, Evane felt her energy drain away. Her legs trembled, and her breath came in ragged gasps. The old man nodded, and both vanished into thin air, leaving behind a faint whisper of magic.

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I've sinned against you, my friend. I've wronged you and all of humanity, our goals, our ideals. I've sin... Knock! Knock! Knock! "General Asura, your assistance has been required at Heroes of Conviction." Knock! Knock! General Asura? Yeah, I will be there in five minutes. Yes, General responded to the soldier.The red spiky-haired dude, also known as General Asura, had his hair take on a bit of a crimson hue. He wiped his tears away in a blotting manner, considering it a sign of weakness, and washed his face with fresh water. As he finished, he stared at his reflection, the crimson hue of his spiky hair, a stark contrast to the calmness he sought. With a swift motion, he dusted off his clothes and headed out of his quarters, the knock on the door still echoing in his mind.He made his way to the meeting hall, his long strides eating up the distance. The meeting hall was a formidable, majestic, crystal-encrusted chamber that commanded awe and respect. The walls were adorned with intricate, swirling patterns that seemed to shift and dance in the light, like the whispers of ancient magic. The air was alive with the scent of old parchment and the faint tang of mystical energies.

As General Asura entered the hall, the team was already seated around a long, polished table that seemed to be made of a gleaming, silver-white wood. The surface of the table was etched with runes of protection and empowerment, pulsing with a soft, blue light that seemed to resonate with the team's collective energy.Arthur's eyes sparkled with amusement as he caught sight of General Asura. "Ha! The war demon himself, General Asura, is here," Arthur said with a smirk, his voice echoing off the crystal-encrusted walls. "Will you stop calling me Asura, Arthur?"."It's because you people call me that. The enemy considers me to be a traitor, undercover agent, a spy, a brainwashed comrade, and so on, said General Asura in an annoying tone, yeah! And it works all the time," said Arthur in a nonchalant tone. "MHmm- mhmm, I've lost count of the number of enemies we've killed with that trick, and we rarely fight together," Ofori chimed in, grinning."Yeah, I sometimes doubt their intelligence," Yura added."Take that back, Yura. You, of all people, should not lose their guard and question their intelligence when you've fallen for their schemes and plots several times, and most of the time it takes all of us – all eight of us plus Captain and Miss Francisca – to rescue you," retorted Ofori .

The bickering continued until Miguel intervened. "Yura, Ofori, take your seats and let us commence with the meeting. And since when were you the one to order us, Miguel?" Yura shot back in a condescending tone.The argument escalated until General Asura raised his voice. "Yura, that's enough. Everybody, take your seats. Ezekiel, why did you call for this meeting?"Ezekiel, a man in his early forties with long, silky black hair, sharp slanted eyes, and a very big head with a face that showed how stubborn he was, spoke up. "I can't seem to sense Captain or Miss Francisca on this plane. Fortunately, I somehow seem to sense that they are alife.Are you sure Ezekiel? Questioned Yura in a way that showed how barely she was trying to suppress her laughter. What's so amusing Yura questioned Arthur in a curious tone. Yura a lady in her late twenties with a standard height of 175cm, a firm buttocks and melons big enough for five men to comfort in and still content with, a sapphire blue hair, ruby-like eyes and a face of innocence, she is a lady that embodies this three words as her nature, violent, violent and more violent. Well there two things I find to be baffling said Yura with a steady rhythm, but the first is Ezekiel's head, I mean we've been together since childhood but I still can't control my laughter anytime I see the comical sight of how his head every time his head moves or he shakes his body, it's like those figurines with a ridiculous big head that shakes it head whenever a little gush of wind brush past it or slightest bit movement affects it said Yura in funny but nostalgic tone only to find none of her best friends were unresponsive to it, come on guys! Have you seen how ridiculously huge his head is? Yeah, at least twice as those melons said Ofori in a snarky reply while directing his gaze towards Yura's large breasts. Not funny, Ofori said Yura, disapproving of Ofori rude comments.