As if mad, Fogrem ignored the Fallen Phoenix's abuse and kept laughing. The sound of a clear laugh made Fabius's hand shake, and it slashed diagonally across the dead man's face, leaving an ugly scar.

The pharmacist slowly withdrew his hand, looking at his pale fingers in amazement. The coldness and precision of his pride crumbled, and the bright scarlet like a cracked lip mocked him silently: Your self-righteous detachment is but an illusion. Your impotent base

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