[Golemcrafting] (LV 50/100)]
Your skill in Golemcrafting is that of an adept
Increases Golemcrafting effectiveness by 50%
And there we go~
Level 50, which means now I can test to see if I can make Tier 4 Potion Golems. It only took me all night, and I only took a break to bring my Chef profession up to LV30. I discovered and created a lot of good combat and worker golems. Starting with the boring stuff, I managed to add a small quantity of Medium-Quality crystalline Dust without causing anything to explode. I made a clay golem then added one finger-sized wind Dust crystal and the results were more than satisfactory.
From what I've found; Dust, in its crystal form, is way more effective than its powder one. For example, a normal clay golem has 25 MP. That's extremely pathetic, but after adding the medium-quality dust powder that increased the 25 MP to 150 MP. That's a significant increase on its own, yes, but in its crystal form? Not only did it increase the MP to 500, but it also increased its HP by x4, from 100 to 400.
And I only used a finger-sized, medium-quality crystal, which only costs 1000 Lien or about 10 dollars.
Dust's true potential is... baffling.
In any case; The Wind-Dust infused golem now had green runes all over it, and it's faster, stronger, and far more competent than my normal clay golems. One being as fast and as strong as the average man, but with dust? It's roughly three times better.
Then, I considered doing the same with the combat golems using the same method, only this time I opted for fire Dust instead. The Steel Golem's level increased from 20 to 35, and all of its physical stats, HP and MP increased.
This; is a normal Steel Golem.
Name: N/A
Level: 20
Base: Combat Golem
Type: Steel, Fighter
Proficiency: Brawler
HP: 5000
MP: 150
STR: 50
VIT: 70
DEX: 30
INT: 15
It's decent, as I said before, but it's not enough. If I'm going to be facing the other Titans, then I need an unstoppable army. Steel can only handle so much against veritable kingdom destroyers. And then there are the missing stats, like WIS, CHA, LUK, and AP. I can understand why there's no Aura, maybe Charisma and Luck, but Wisdom? I asked the Game about that but it didn't answer me, so whatever.
The types remind me of Pokemon types but are somewhat different. Steel is obviously the component it's made of, and the Fighter type indicates that it's a Golem that focuses on melee combat. I made a Golem that absorbs materials then turns said materials into bullets to shoot, and that made it Ranger type. Brawler is fairly self-explainatory
If I make golems from Cryolite, - which I found in the Store, and while expensive, I can afford a lot after a few dungeon dives - then Titans would barely pose a threat. Hundreds of Golems made of a metal that can't be melted and has a god's mana... it wouldn't even be a contest.
In theory, of course. I still have no solid idea of how strong the other Titans are.
Anyway, this is a Steel Golem with Fire Dust infused in it.
Name: N/A
Level: 35
Base: Combat Golem
Type: Steel, Fire, Fighter
Proficiency: Saber
HP: 6000
MP: 1500
STR: 65
VIT: 80
DEX: 40
INT: 25
It's not that powerful... but again, the MP increase is insane, and I'm only using small, medium-quality crystals. What if I use large, high-quality? Military-quality? Star-Quality? What monsters am I gonna be able to make?
I grin slightly, noting my discoveries in the journal. Magical experiments are so much fun...
Of course, after I hit level 40, I got the ability to make golems without circles... but it's not what I thought it would be. I still can't make high-level golems, like the Steel-Fire Golem without a circle. I did, however, make Paper Golems. Why Paper Golems? Well, aside from me wanting to satisfy my own curiosity, I thought that small Paper Golems might be good for spying or security. Because, first of all, they're tiny - around 6 inches in height and 1.5 inches in width - and they're very thin as well.
Name: Papyrus
Base: Spy Golem
Type: Paper
Proficiency: Hard to Notice, Silent
Weakness: Wind, 1 HP, Slow
I find it a little confusing how with each different base, their stat displays become a little different, but I don't mind. It's honestly for the best, seeing that it shows me just the things I'm interested in seeing instead of filling my view with all of their stats and shit.
Aside from their useful abilities and annoying weaknesses... they're kinda cute. I'm sure they're gonna be useful as hell later on... once I get to making whole squads of them.
"Isn't that right, Papyrus?" I ask the small golem standing on my shoulder.
It turns to me and salutes, causing me to chuckle a little.
Alright, now that I have everything down on the circle - the clay, medium-quality dust-powder, and a wooden cup filled with a Tier-4 HP potion - I nod to myself, then squat down, ordering Papyrus to get far away and a Steel Golem to cover me. I know that it won't explode, seeing that it's a level 3 ritual circle, which is the third-best one, but it's better to be safe than sorry. I channel mana into the chalk circle, making it glow light blue.
I keep my eyes open as I see the clay floating up as it convulses. The shape slowly changes as it swallows the cup, which makes it spasm violently before finally settling on the fountain-like shape, a faucet in each direction. I smile slightly as I see the potion golem finally working.
I did it...
Name: N/A
Base: Production Golem
Type: Clay, Tier-4 HP Potion
Proficiency: Creates 1 Potion every 10 seconds
The same as the previous potion-golems, but it produces tier 4s instead of tier 1s. Tier 4 HP potions restore 30%, and that's insanely powerful, especially considering I'm now able to mass-produce them. Of course, I can make Tier 5 potions HP, which restore 50%. I'm not mass-producing the strongest stuff yet, because I want to have an advantage just in case I get cornered.
After all, mass-produced then distributed to the entire world will mean that criminals, Salem, and other potential enemies I may face will inevitably get their hands on them, so better to give them the weaker stuff while I and my trusted confidants get the real goodies.
Hell, I'm not even selling the all-stat increase potion until I'm confident I can take on a Titan by myself.
I couldn't help but let out a bit of a giddy giggle. Just a few levels more and I can finally start up my production for real!
This is so much fun!
"See that, Papyrus?!" I shout at my little minion. "Progress!"
It raises both its tiny arms in celebration as it runs around me, making me laugh again. "We're getting there, lil guy! We're gonna be billionaires!"
Just a few hours and I should be able to make my factory but to really make it useful I also need a lot of workers. If I'm making 500 potion-golems minimum, which by then I should be able to get them making 1 potion in 5 seconds each, then I need maybe 700 worker golems. It's gonna take a while, it's gonna be damn tedious... but it's definitely gonna be worth it.
Come on, just a little bit and-
"OW!" I yelp, feeling something hit the back of my head. I turn around and see a flying drone with a giant red button holding a small package. The button had two words; "PRESS ME!" painted on it in white, and as I finally process what I'm looking at, I jump back, pulling out my blade as my free hand bursts into fire.
"What is that..." I whisper to myself.
Observe
Name: Gift Drone
Level: 0
Description: Press the button, you moron.
A desc- why the fuck would I press a button without knowing what it does? Do you really think I'm this stupid?
Just do it.
...Why? What is this?
...
...Oi, are you seriously leaving me hanging like this?
Check your stats.
Huh?
Name: Reid Astera
Title: Titan Slayer
Age: 17
Race: Human/? Hybrid
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Level: 95 (62%)
Professions: Gardener, Chef
HP: 12,500 [Regens 1250 per minute]
MP: 9500 [Regens 950 per minute]
AP: 23,750 [Regens 2375 per minute]
STR: 250
VIT: 250
DEX: 340
INT: 190
WIS: 190
CHA: 250
LUK: 130
Points: 00
...What? I don't see anything unusual.
Are you serious?
...
...
...
Oh, I'm 17 now.
Today is my birthday?
Yup.
...I'm guessing the drone is a birthday gift? You really didn't have to, but thank you, I guess.
I walk towards the floating drone, extending my arm to press the button. I hesitate slightly but shake my head. If Mysterious God wanted me to do this, then it's probably nothing threatening... right? After all, from what I could gather, I'm basically entertainment for her, so killing me seems like it would be counterproductive.
Feeling slightly better, I press it, then the package explodes into confetti as the drone suddenly-
"Happy birthday to you~! Happy birthday to you~!"
...Sings...
Item added
What now?
I take out the new item. A small, golden stick similar to the Gacha Tokens, but instead of the character G, it has one character and two numbers on it. R63... Huh...
[Rule 63 Token (Male to Female)] - Legendary Item
A token when snapped in half, will swap a known male character's gender to female
The target chosen is random
...You know what, I'm not complaining. I'm down for a genderbent waifu, and from the great porn of that shit I've seen on the internet? Very fitting for a birthday gift, if I do say so myself.
Praise Lord Dishwasher-sama.
...I really hope it's not someone like Tyrian.
But how exactly does it work? Does it suddenly change the gender of someone or-
Reality warping. History will be different, with the only change being the character's gender.
Ah, so it would be as if they've always been a girl? Would that change my memories too?
You're immune.
Ah okay, good.
Oh well, if it has no other use...
Snap!
There ya go.
...Uh, did it happen?
Yup.
Oh, good. The lack of reaction was a bit anticlimactic though.
So, are you gonna do that every year? Because while I appreci-
It's because you have no friends.
And you are not invited to my next birthday party.
"Happy birthday to-"
I extend my arm to release a powerful gout of fire, completely destroying the noisy drone.
Since it's my birthday, I guess I can take a small break. I'll stroll around the city to see what'll happen now that I'm a known hero. I'm expecting a lot of fans flocking me... but hey, I do like attention.
I heard that bakery near the Foreigner's View makes killer cupcakes.
I grab my hoodie and throw it on as I walk upstairs, closing and locking the door to my research room behind me. I hear a lot of voices getting louder, making me raise a brow. Is Velvet still dealing with that mob?
I open the door, and everyone inside freezes as they notice me. Velvet nearly looks like she was about to cry as people waved their money at her, and a glance throughout the store tells me that we're out of potions.
Well...
Oops?
"I-it's Sir Astera!" One of them points at me, and like a chain reaction, they explode in cheers.
I smile at them. "Everyone, please calm down a little. I can't hear what you're saying if you're all talking over each other."
They obey, the cheers devolving into whispers.
"Sir, we're out of-"
"I can see that, Vel," I whisper back, then turn my attention to them. "Now now, I understand you all want your potions, but please, is this really how we go about buying something?"
I see some of them blush in embarrassment as they avert their gaze in mild shame. Wow, words are powerful.
"Unfortunately, however, we are out of potions right now," I tell them. "I promise, though, we'll be restocked on Health Potions by Sunday, so do please be patient with me."
"Oh come on!"
"Seriously?!"
"Damn it!"
A lot of them start complaining and groaning but were thankfully understanding enough as they filed out of the store one by one. Some asked for an autograph, and who am I to deny them?
"So..." I clear my throat as I and Velvet were left alone. "All of them?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Every 1100 potion?" I turn to look at her.
Velvet nods.
"...23,560,000 Lien?" I ask. "Did we seriously make that much in a day?"
"Publicity, sir." She affirms. "Everyone knows who you now, and most of everyone also trusts you, so they wanted to buy what you're selling, which has become considerably in high-demand right now."
"So like, "The next big thing" that everyone wants..." I grab my chin. "But it's actually legit and useful..."
Going for Alchemy was the best decision I've ever made, both in this life and the last. Over 23 million Lien is something like 230 thousand dollars, and that is a lot of money, especially when I made it in a single day with such a limited supply. But now that I have my potion-golems actually working... I can make a little under 17 times that amount... with a single potion-golem.
I'll focus on making 100 for HP and 100 for AP, an extra 50 of each stat, and 25 more unique potions like invisibility or infertility right now. Eventually, I'll make huge factories of them, and through that, I'll most likely surpass the SDC in net-worth, even if they're actual trillionaires.
"Yes, sir."
"Right..." I grin. "Well, feel free to leave early today because... well..."
I gesture at the empty shelves and she nods. "Of course."
"By the way, sorry for leaving you to deal with them by yourself." I apologize. "I had a couple of things I needed to do."
"Oh, no no, it's fine." She smiles slightly. "I knew it would come to this sooner or later. I was just a little overwhelmed, but I'll manage."
"Yeah, but it's probably for the best if I hire somebody else." I nod. "Do you know anybody in Beacon that might need a job?"
"Umm..." She wonders, frowning slightly and then shaking her head. "I... don't. I can ask around for you if you want?"
"That'd be really appreciated." I smile, patting her head.
5 Reputation with Velvet Scarlatina [75/100]
Happiness, embarrassment, relief, gratitude.
God, she's so adorable~
"S-sir..." She blushes slightly. "Uhm... I-I don't know if you knew this already..."
"You can call me by name when we're not working." I shrug. "But what's up?"
"...N-no, it's nothing." Her face burns redder. "I-I suppose I'll see you on Sunday?"
"Sure." I stop patting her soft ears- ah, they really feel great to rub. "It's gonna be a long day, so be sure to sleep well."
She nods and crouches under the counter, taking her things and strapping her camera-weapon on her waist. Giving me one last nod before she exits the store, leaving me on my own.
A little stroll should fine, but I still need to break them out tonight, before they're sent out of the city.
A part of me says I shouldn't... but hey, if I do, then I'll get a cute assassin and an expert criminal willing to work with me... Once I set them straight, of course. I need their eyes and reputation to get anything done, because if I do it myself, then bye-bye hero rep.
Paper Golems can only do so much...
If I'm gonna rule the kingdom, then I'll rule it all.
Overworld and Underworld.
(Salem)
"-but, fortunately, someone already has single-handedly defeated that monster. Remnant, I present to you all the Titan Slayer of our era: Reid Astera."
Reid Astera... Her eyes narrowed.
This has been the third time she's watched the same recorded announcement, scrutinizing it for any little details she may have missed. A man- no, a boy managed to defeat one of her most powerful troops supposedly "alone". Fenrir, her cruelest and most active Grimm, dead to two humans, even when it was capable of dismantling teams upon teams of hunters on its own. This was nonsensical - how could something like this come to pass? She could understand if it had been the full might of the Atlesian army, or if Ozma finally took the initiative and started acting more openly by killing the Titan using the Maidens...
But two humans, with only one as old as a trainee huntsman? Had this been some kind of a bad joke?
Even when Morningstar told her that he saw the Branwen pawn of Ozma's helping, she still thought that he was out of his mind. Two humans successfully killing one Titan should be impossible...
...Is what she'd thought at first.
"With this, I managed to restore my Aura every time I was too low to keep using my Semblance, heal any wounds I'd suffered, and made me keep up with Fenrir by boosting my physical capabilities twofold!"
These… potions he'd spoken of, with the ability to heal wounds, restore Aura, and even empower the drinker's physical prowess... At first, Salem thought it was some form of a scam... but then her informants sent her samples of them.
They were filled with this Reid's Mana - actual mana.
How, when, and why?
How did he obtain magic? It couldn't have been the doing of the Brother Gods – they had been gone from the world for thousands of years now!
When did he get magic? Was it an actual blessing, or was he born with it?
Why did he have magic? Could this be some sort of... sign? Were the Brother Gods - another possible god, displeased with her? Displeased with Ozma? And now, they sought to be rid of them?
What baffled her most, however, was how this magic felt.
Neither of Light nor Darkness, the very foundation of true magic, were present. Instead, it was pure magic - elementless magic. The fact such magic could exist practically shattered her millennia-old beliefs on the subject. It did not make sense, for mana was granted by the Brother Gods, the manifestations of light and darkness.
Both elements were needed to keep the balance within the wielder's mana. A human born with pure light or pure darkness would already be impossible as it is, but to be born with neither?
"Sooo..." A feminine voice drawled. "Is there something I should be doing, or...?"
"Ozpin and his circle are currently searching for you," Salem replied calmly. "You will wait here until such a time as Watts returns with the failed Atlesian project. Once he has arrived, both of you will travel discreetly to Vacuo, then-"
"Right, so he can distract Vacuo and Shade with it and I open the vault and steal the relic."
"If you knew your orders, then It would be wise for you to your mouth shut." She glared at the red-haired woman wearing a thin, white coat.
She flinched then nodded. "S-sorry, ma'am."
"Don't be sorry, Obey." She said. "Leave me and attend to Tyrian's wounds."
"Yes, ma'am."
Salem turned her gaze back to the medium-size scroll, rewinding the video.
"You might have gotten one over me with this, Ozma..." She muttered. "But time remains in my favor..."
She narrowed her eyes at the grinning Titan Slayer.
"And like all the 'Heroes' before him..." She smirked darkly. "Eventually, he too will fall..."
(Morningstar)
With his hands resting in his vest's pockets, he walked through the dark cave. Though, with his vision, everything was clear as day. He hummed the tune of one of those 'music' the humans enjoyed, the arm of that mage following him, being levitated next to him with his telekineses.
He was quite honestly shocked to have seen another mage. Not only had he managed to keep up with both of Salem's lieutenants, but he almost defeated them. Morningstar knew that even without the Branwen's interference, he could've won that fight... especially since Hazel didn't use all of his crystals.
Ah well... He thought with a smirk. Not like he was useful...
Hazel was a fool, still clutching onto whatever morality he had even when he sold his soul to the devil. Really, blaming Ozpin for his sister's death - that was caused by Grimm - then actually joining the side of Salem? He knew there some sort of a mind-control spell Salem used, but it mattered not.
What really interested Morningstar was the death of Fenrir. While the weakest, Fenrir was strong enough on its own. But he, and all of his fellow Titans knew it would get itself killed recklessly. It used its magic continuously, and never rested to regain it. Instead, it wasted all of its mana on needless things like torture or to indulge in the feeling of dominance in the battles it kept picking.
Foolish... He chuckled.
This mage... he was such a peculiar find. A being of neither light nor darkness... what a mystery!
He was tempted to simply snatch the mage himself to experiment on him, but lucky for him, the coin landed on heads.
And fortunately for Morningstar, Fenrir did something useful and took one of the mage's arms. If he doesn't kidnap the mage, then he'll simply take the next best thing.
He glanced at the floating arm. This will most likely prove useful, and if not, then at least entertaining.
"Ah, 'Polis, my friend." He stopped, smirking at the hooded figure sitting on a throne made of bones and skulls and holding a bone staff with a purple crystal on top of it. "I came here because I need your... help, I suppose."
"S...ta...r..." Necropolis growled, his face hidden by his hood.
"On my travels, I stumbled upon this." He gestured at the arm. "And I want to start experimenting with it, however, I need a test subject."
Necropolis grunted at him. Negative.
"Oh, we both know your toys are way more durable than normal humans." Morningstar shrugged. "And I want a specific test subject... is she here?"
"...Su...r..."
"Yes, her." He narrowed his eyes. "I don't know why you interfered and killed her - she didn't deserve a quick death...
"But I suppose getting angry over that is... well, never mind me." He sighed. "Now, would you bring her here?"
After a few moments of the brothers gazing at each other's eyes, Necropolis grunted and slammed the butt of his staff on the ground, then footsteps were heard, and from the shadows, walked a woman wearing a tattered white cloak. Her clothes were ripped apart, her body was filled with wounds such as cuts, holes, and gashes, and her cold face was almost as pale as Salem's. One of her eyes had been plucked out, while the other eye that once shone with a beautiful silver luster was now lifeless.
It was quite strange how she kept her beautiful face, as white as it is, but that only speaks volumes of Necropolis' control over Death Magic.
Morningstar felt a phantom pain go through his back as his left arm began to quiver, her singular silver eye locked into his crimson one. He crushed his fear as he smirked devilishly.
"Here you are, Prickly~," He said, walking towards her. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"W...a...y..."
"Why her specifically, I hear?" Morningstar glanced at his brother, who nodded. "Well, aside from me wanting the best doll to use... we both know how magic affects the soul.
"If torturing her physically won't work..." He grinned widely, his dark magic leaking. "Well... we know how painful forceful mana injections can be, no?"
Necropolis growled threateningly, moving to stand from his throne.
"Now now, 'Polis, I didn't say I'm gonna kill her for good." He assured his brother. "Simply put, I'll use the arm's magic on her and make her stronger, while at the same time, I get what I want~"
The hooded Titan grunted.
"So I'll get my deserved revenge while you get a more powerful toy..." He turned to him, smirking widely. "How does that sound?"
His sibling sat down on the throne again, glaring a hole in Morningstar.
"C...o...n…?"
"No, I won't be flipping a coin for this." His smirk turned dark. "Because this time..."
He yanked the dead huntress' by the hair as he walked out of the cave, dragging her with him.
"I know exactly what I want~"
(Cinder)
As she drank from the teacup she was handed, she sighed lightly. Emerald was sitting next to her, looking around the Mistrali mansion warily. She commended her for keeping her guard up... but she was being too obvious about it.
"Emerald, dear. why so tense?" She asked. "Relax. They're our allies."
"S-sorry, ma'am." She flinched. "Just... bad memories."
Cinder hummed, placing her teacup on the small glass table as she gazed about, spotting a couple of maids and guards. "I see..."
The Caliban Clan, one of the strongest organizations in the world that worked under Councilman Aurelius Caliban, the successor of his deceased master. They were the target her queen wanted in an alliance, and quite honestly, that was, while a reckless move, likely the most intelligent one. A councilman in their pocket, one they were sure wasn't all too righteous, would undoubtedly prove to come in handy. Lionheart could only do so much for them, after all.
He was... quite incompetent, in her opinion.
Aurelius was a strange man. From an outside perspective, he was cold and calculating - an amoral monster that only cared for himself... but after closer investigation, he was only amoral when it meant the result was benefiting his clan. He treated his men with respect and care, and in his own words, he saw them all as family.
Of course, Cinder thought him a fool. She would respect his tenacity, strength, intelligence... but really, caring so much for others? A foolish sentiment, especially in this world they all lived. Kill or be killed, the strong rule the weak, and holding onto "family" or "laws" will only get you either killed or enslaved.
...Sometimes both.
Oh well. She glanced over at Emerald and then at the teacup. At least he was willing to aid us in finding the maiden...
In all honesty, she's now quite thankful she'd been sent to Mistral. She does not want to deal with Vale's new Titan Slayer...
"Emerald." She spoke. "Where's-"
She stopped herself as she saw Aurelius leave the building, and she could see his scowl even beneath a mask that covered his mouth and jaw. She stood up and followed after him with Emerald in tow, realizing that something must've gone wrong from the anger clear on his face.
Through the gardens of the mansion, she saw him barking orders to his men, telling them to start a bullhead and several cars. She frowned and stepped up to him.
"What is this?" She asked. "Have you found the Maiden?"
"No." He growled. "Some parasites had the gall to take some of my own."
"You're stopping the search for something like that?" She glared. "We have no time, Aurelius. We need to-"
She froze, her words refusing to come out as he turned to look at her. She felt the very air around her forcing her down, her body weighing down on her.
"You're forgetting something important, Fall." He said. "I do not work for you. I work with you... so watch your tongue, lest I cut it out.
"When were they last seen?" He turned to one of his men.
"North of Anima, sir. Near Yu village."
"I see..." He grunted. "Send a message to Adam. We're stopping our search to conduct a little bandit hunting, and be sure to tell him to head North-East. I'll take a few men and head to the heart of Anima."
"Understood."
Cinder bit her lip, clenching her fist in rage as she watched the Leader of the Caliban head to the Bullhead. This sensation of being overlooked like this... it angered her more than she'd admit. How dare he threaten her? How dare he look at her as though she was nothing more than some servant?
"Emerald." She growled, then took a deep, calming breath. "Where is she?"
"Over here." A feminine voice replied.
"What have you discovered, Titania?"
"Nuthin' much." She shrugged, stepping next to her. "Apparently, the Branwen Chief killed a few his men, and that pissed him off."
Cinder glanced at her. Pale complexion, neck-length, messy silvery-gray hair, and steel-gray eyes. She wore a slightly open jacket cropped at the midriff, revealing a bit of her cleavage and much of her well-toned stomach. She also wore gray fingerless gauntlets and on her lower half, short-shorts, and thigh-highs with metal boots and greaves.
"Branwen?" Emerald parroted. "Why would she kill his men?"
"Last seen north..." Cinder muttered. "That was the spy party... They don't have their Caliban pins with them."
"Yup." The assassin smirked. "If they did, she wouldn't have thought of attacking... but Bandit Queen finally fucked up~"
"You seem... strangely happy about this." Emerald narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
"She worked with daddy-dearest before." She shrugged. "Anyone associated with him is instantly on my shitlist. Don't care what your reason is."
Cinder took a deep breath, calming her nerves and anger.
"Emerald, Titania," She said. "You two will follow after Adam's group. I'll accompany Aurelius on his..."
"Crusade?" The gray-haired girl supplied helpfully.
"Crusade." She nodded. "While you keep your eyes on anything he might be hiding. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Got it."
"Good." She smirked. "I'll be counting on you. Do not fail me."
Oh well, she might as well get in his good graces, even though his insolence made her bitter. It annoyed her, but she wouldn't jeopardize her civil relationship with him over something as petty as her own stung pride. After all, she does value her life more than that, and pissing off Salem any more than she already has will definitely get her killed. And if she managed to get a personal favor out of him for this... well, it can only be a good thing getting the backing of Caliban, no?
Might as well make more allies rather than enemies in case Salem is... displeased with her.
She'd rather die fighting or live out an unsatisfying, sad life rather than be stuck in her clutches.
Because no matter how loud you might scream, nothing could save you...
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