Wild Awakening

Chapter 259: 259. The Wyrm-King (I)



π”»π•šπ•€π•₯π•£π•šπ•“π•¦π•₯π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕀…

Three balls of white light floated out in front of Reina and Avery and Evan, and faded like presents unwrapping.

In front of Averyβ€”

𝔼π•ͺ𝕖 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•Žπ•™π•šπ•₯𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕩 (π•Šπ•œπ•ͺ [𝔽])

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖π•ͺ𝕖 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•Žπ•™π•šπ•₯𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕩 π•˜π•£π•–π•’π•₯𝕝π•ͺ π•–π•Ÿπ•™π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•–π•€ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•–π•π••π•–π•£'𝕀 𝕑𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕀 𝕠𝕗 𝕑𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕑π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ, 𝕀𝕖𝕑𝕒𝕣𝕒π•₯π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯𝕣𝕦𝕖 π•—π•£π• π•ž 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕖. 𝕀π•₯ 𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕠 π•˜π•£π•–π•’π•₯𝕝π•ͺ π•–π•Ÿπ•™π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•–π•€ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•–π•π••π•–π•£'𝕀 𝕑𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕀 π•₯𝕠 𝕒𝕝π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕑𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕑π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•€ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕀𝕖 π•’π•£π• π•¦π•Ÿπ•• π•₯π•™π•–π•ž. π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•₯𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•”π•’π•Ÿ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕓𝕖 π•˜π•šπ•§π•–π•Ÿ 𝕓π•ͺ 𝕒 π•¨π•šπ•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•Žπ•™π•šπ•₯𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕩.

She nabbed it and squinted at it. The eye squinted back at her.

"Nice," said Avery.

Reina got what looked like a green pinky sculpted of dark-green vines, pulsing with earthly energies.

π”½π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•–π•£ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•Žπ• π•£π•π•• β„•π•ͺπ•žπ•‘π•™ (π•Šπ•œπ•ͺ [𝔽])

π”Ύπ•£π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒π•₯π•šπ•§π•– π•₯𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 π•₯𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝 π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕀𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 π•šπ•žπ•“π•šπ•“π•– π•šπ•₯, π•˜π•£π•–π•’π•₯𝕝π•ͺ π•–π•Ÿπ•™π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•–π•π••π•–π•£'𝕀 𝕑𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕀 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕀π•₯𝕠𝕣𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ. π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•₯𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•”π•’π•Ÿ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕓𝕖 π•˜π•šπ•§π•–π•Ÿ 𝕓π•ͺ 𝕒 π•¨π•šπ•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•Žπ• π•£π•π•• 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕖 β„•π•ͺπ•žπ•‘π•™.

She turned it over, examining it from all angles, then nodded satisfied.

For Evanβ€”

π”½π•’π•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 β„π•’π•šπ•›π•¦π•¦ (π•Šπ•œπ•ͺ [𝔽])

π”Ύπ•£π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕒 𝕀𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕑 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕀π•₯ π•₯𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝 π•–π•π•–π•žπ•–π•Ÿπ•₯𝕒𝕝 𝕒π•₯π•₯π•’π•”π•œπ•€ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕀𝕖 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 β„π•’π•šπ•›π•¦π•¦ π”Ήπ•π• π• π••π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•–. π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π”½π•’π•Ÿπ•˜ π•žπ•–π•£π•˜π•–π•€ π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•–π•šπ•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕕π•ͺ 𝕠𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•–π•’π•‘π• π•Ÿ π•€π•‘π•šπ•£π•šπ•₯. π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•₯𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•”π•’π•Ÿ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕓𝕖 π•˜π•šπ•§π•–π•Ÿ 𝕓π•ͺ 𝕒 π•¨π•šπ•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ β„π•’π•šπ•›π•¦π•¦.

"Ooh!" gasped Evan.

Evan loved it. Though you could probably have given him a cookie and he would have liked it equally as much. Zane noticed Evan was a liker of many things.

Soon Zane's arrived too. One big ball of white light dropping out of the sky, Landing at his feet, quickly dispelling…

Two silver strips. Shot through with Titan Rhino bloodline, glowing, aura exuding that signature unyielding character. It looked to be the same material roughly as the Titan Rhino Heartstringβ€”but softer, more sinewy, and longer too…

They looked like smaller versions of the parts that had made that elf's bowstring. Zane had seen in that vision so long ago…

π”Έπ•”π•™π•šπ•π•π•–π•€ π•‹π•–π•Ÿπ••π• π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•‹π•šπ•₯π•’π•Ÿ β„π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ• π•”π•–π•£π• π•€ (π•Šπ•œπ•ͺ [𝔽])

π”Ύπ•£π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•‹π•šπ•₯π•’π•Ÿ β„π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ• π•”π•–π•£π• π•€'𝕀 π•–π•©π•‘π•π• π•€π•šπ•§π•– 𝕑𝕙π•ͺπ•€π•šπ•”π•’π•π•šπ•₯π•ͺ π•₯𝕠 π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕀𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 π•šπ•žπ•“π•šπ•“π•– π•šπ•₯. π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•₯𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•”π•’π•Ÿ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕓𝕖 π•˜π•šπ•§π•–π•Ÿ 𝕓π•ͺ 𝕒 π•¨π•šπ•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•‹π•šπ•₯π•’π•Ÿ β„π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ• π•”π•–π•£π• π•€.

They all took some time then to take in their new treasures.

Zane was trying to figure out how Evan would get that Fang in his mouth. It was half the size of Evan's head; high-tier Lightning crackled around it.

As it turned out though, as Reina figured out pretty fastβ€”you could just close your eyes and reach out to it. And it would absorb, merge into you.

He blinked at her.

This was earth-shattering knowledge.

They sat down and started absorbing.

He closed his eyes and saw in the Astral Plane two stark bright outlinesβ€”the strips of tendon hovering before him. He reached out to them. And… simply willed them in.

For a second he was dubious it would really work for him. Then he felt them responding; felt the Bloodline in them lighting up, striking a chord with his own... they started shivering down their lengths.

They glowed brighter for an instant. Then vanished.

His heelβ€”around his calfβ€”started burning.

And Zane felt something new merging into his own tendons.

He sat there cross-legged. Just waited patiently as the pain flared up. It was a pleasant kind of pain, a scalding soreness. The pain of healing, an intense growing pain radiating up his leg. Every sharp hot pinprick was another bit of him being remade. Remodeled at the tiniest of levels…

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

π”Όπ•€π•€π•–π•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 πŸ›πŸ™πŸ‘ -> πŸ›πŸšπŸ˜

The tendon came with new Bloodline too. A flood of it.

π”Ήπ•π• π• π••π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•– π•šπ•Ÿπ•”π•£π•–π•’π•€π•–π••!

πŸ›πŸš -> πŸ›πŸ› 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕑𝕀

And a notification popped up.

π”½π•šπ•£π•€π•₯ π”Ήπ•π• π• π••π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•– 𝔹𝕠π•₯π•₯π•π•–π•Ÿπ•–π•”π•œ 𝕙𝕒𝕀 π•“π•–π•–π•Ÿ 𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕑𝕒𝕀𝕀𝕖𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•–π•π••π•–π•£ π•”π•’π•Ÿ π•Ÿπ• π•¨ π•¦π•‘π•˜π•£π•’π••π•– π•₯π•™π•–π•šπ•£ 𝕓𝕠𝕕π•ͺ 𝕑𝕒𝕀π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•” π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π• 𝕔𝕒𝕑.

The Levelsβ€”the Bloodlineβ€”kept flowing in as more of those tendons merged into him…

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕦𝕑!

π”Όπ•€π•€π•–π•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 πŸ›πŸ™πŸ‘ -> πŸ›πŸšπŸ 

And his Bloodline shot up tooβ€”

π”Ήπ•π• π• π••π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•– π•šπ•Ÿπ•”π•£π•–π•’π•€π•–π••!

πŸ›πŸ› -> 𝟜𝟘 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕑𝕀

So did the rest of his body. Soaking in all that new strength.

π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π• 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕!

π”Ήπ•–π•™π•–π•žπ• π•₯𝕙 𝕄𝕦𝕀𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕀 [𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•” (𝔼) 𝕏𝕍 -> 𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•”+ (𝔼) 𝕏]

π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π• 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕!

π•€π•Ÿπ••π• π•žπ•šπ•₯𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 β„π•šπ••π•– [𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•” (𝔼) 𝕏𝕍 -> 𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•”+ (𝔼) 𝕏]

π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π• 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕!

ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕀𝕀𝕒𝕝 π•‹π•–π•Ÿπ••π• π•Ÿπ•€ [𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•” (𝔼) 𝕏𝕍 > 𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•”+ (𝔼) 𝕏]

The growing-pains feeling spread down his whole body. Flooding his muscles. His skin. Until he was steaming red. Then it faded, leaving him feeling tender, raw. Like fresh steel, emerging from the forge.

He felt… strong. Like he had been tempered many times over. This body could take, and give, much more than a few hours ago.

He opened his eyes. There was one last notification.

π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π• 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕!

ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕀𝕀𝕒𝕝 π•‹π•–π•Ÿπ••π• π•Ÿπ•€ 𝕏 [𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•”+ (𝔼) 𝕏] -> π”»π•šπ•§π•šπ•Ÿπ•– ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕀𝕀𝕒𝕝 π•‹π•–π•Ÿπ••π• π•Ÿπ•€ 𝕀𝕀𝕀 [𝕄π•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•”+ (𝔼)]

When it had all finished, he felt no difference between his own tendons and the tendons he had been gifted. The auras were the same.

His body had absorbed that brightness. It was peaking down the backs of his legs. That power had been made his own.

π•„π•’π•©π•šπ•žπ•¦π•ž 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕀π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕀𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕! π•Šπ•₯π•’π•˜π•– 𝕀𝕀 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕀π•₯ 𝔹𝕠𝕕π•ͺ π•’π•”π•™π•šπ•–π•§π•–π••.

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π”Έπ•€π•”π•–π•Ÿπ••π•’π•Ÿπ•₯ π•Šπ•₯π•’π•˜π•– π•₯𝕠 π•šπ•žπ•“π•šπ•“π•– π•žπ• π•£π•– 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕀π•₯ 𝕓𝕠𝕕π•ͺ 𝕑𝕒𝕣π•₯𝕀.

Zane stood cautiously. He still felt tingly, tender where the merge had taken place. A burning feeling lingered.

Even at rest, his tendons were dense with Stormfire essence. The most essence-dense parts of his body outside of his heartβ€”lit up with it, scorching even at rest…

He tried testing it with a casual stomp.

He felt his tendons flare white-hot. And erupt.

There was a pop. The sound barrier shattering almost as soon as his foot struck the ground. A blastβ€”a crater punched deep into the frozen earth…

He blinked.

His head was skying near the clouds.

He touched down a few seconds later. Dusted himself off.

Hm.

He looked to the distant mounds of ashes, making small frozen hills. Stomped againβ€”then he was plastered in soot and ice. He wiped himself off, looked back.

It was as though he had teleported a thousand feet. Blasted straight through that hill, left a Zane-sized hole right through the center of it.

He charged again, stomped harder this time. And the whole thing exploded on impact.

He stomped around for a bit, testing his new explosiveness, feeling like a charging bull. It was kind of fun.

***

He nabbed Evan to do a little race, as a test. He did not expect to win. Evan was a good bird. But before this latest upgrade, it would have been silly to even consider it.

He burned his Bloodline. Flared all the Stormfire in his tendon, primed it to explode…

"Ready, set, go!" cried Avery.

It turned out that in a straight-line brute charge, if Zane burned his blood and his essence, he could almost keep up with Evan. Which said quite a bit considering how much weight he was lugging along. Each step he made sounded like a meteor crashing.

It was only close in those bull-charges, though. Evan could still make like a bolt of lightning, switch up directions in a blink. Zoom all around him. Zane had to grind to a halt to make himself turn.

Stillβ€”this was a huge improvement. He was quite pleased.

He took out his Chains too for some field-testing. Dragged them along with him as he stomped about. He could rush in, smashing and strangling, force close-combat blitzes. Hound his foe relentlessly.

If he came across a bird now, he was pretty certain he could hit back. He wasn't sure if he could grab hold of them. But there would be a price to pay for bothering himβ€”that was for sure.

He ambled happily back to his friends.

***

They soon finished taking in their treasures too. For Avery, one of her eyes changed color when she used that White Fox eye's special powers. It went back to normal right after.

"Neat, right?" she said.

She ended up on the cusp of Nascent after absorbing it. She drank a whole vial of elixir, flopped around for a bit, and ended up getting the breakthrough. She achieved peak-Profound grade.

"Awesome!" said Evan. They fist-bumped.

Reina finished absorbing her treasure too. When she tapped the ground, she could summon all sorts of greeneryβ€”whole forests would sprout at a touch. When she tapped Zane, he felt a massive surge of healing at the spot. If she had had this earlier it wouldn't have only held off that Frostbiteβ€”with Zane's powers, they would have overpowered it.

It didn't take long before she managed her Nascent breakthrough too.

He felt the fabric of the realm shivering around her as she sat there cross-legged, sweating a little, fragments of Earth- and Wood-Law swirling around her like autumn leaves. Finishing her breakthrough.

Her aura blew out of her, strong, flush with essence. He could tell it was significant just by how it shone in the Astral Plane.

It turned out to be a Heaven-Grade Nascent Soul.

She let out a relieved breath. Smiled a little, satisfied. He was happy for her.

Zane knew Reina felt she had to try to keep up with him. She had quite high standards for herself; she put lots of pressure on herself. He didn't think it was necessary, but she brushed him off. She had her own pride about it.

Neither she nor Avery quite had enough energy left to manage their Mid-Grade Concepts. But they all felt strong enoughβ€”they'd all made good leaps.

***

They moved on to the last floor.

The mood was cautiously optimistic. Now the Monster that had been meddling with their run was gone. They felt they ought to have enough to take out what confronted them.

They were also looking forward to getting out. It didn't seem so far off now. They couldn't have been in here longer than a week, but it felt a lot longer than that. Evan was really starting to miss seeing the sun.

Reina was already thinking about their plans afterwards. How she would handle her new Factionβ€”what Zane's offers might look like. She was in as good a mood as she had been in a while. She leaned into him, as they went along, all relaxed.

The final staircase started off in earthy tones. All stone and hard-packed dirt. But soon it started giving way to something soggier, boglike, all purples and blacks. Hissing acids, smelling of sulfur, started pooling on the ground. The walls had an almost flesh-like consistency, Reina thought.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 π•–π•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕: 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝟟𝟝

𝕋𝕙𝕖 π•Žπ•ͺπ•£π•ž-π•‚π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕀

Reina blinked at the name.

Soon the tunnel opened up, depositing them in a dank cavern.

The floor itself was surprisingly smallβ€”just the cavern, it looked like, if the mini-map was anything to go by.

The ground was cracked and barren, mostly, though that same vile acid still pooled here and there. Clouds of sickly green gasses hissed up from vents littering the walls. Lots of bones littered here and thereβ€”skulls of dragons, bears, what looked to be humans.

The most distinctive features were the rows of white bonelike pillars arching over their heads. Curving high, following the curves of the ceiling…

Reina was frowning at all of it. The more she saw, the deeper her frown got. Something didn't seem right about this place to her, she murmured.

Zane was on guard too. He tended to trust her instincts.

Thenβ€”

π•ƒπ•’π•šπ•£ π•π• π•”π•œ!

π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣 π•šπ•€ 𝕒 π•€π•‘π•–π•”π•šπ•’π• 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣: 𝕒 π•€π• π•π•šπ•₯𝕒𝕣π•ͺ π•”π• π•Ÿπ•—π•šπ•Ÿπ•–π•žπ•–π•Ÿπ•₯ 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣. 𝕀π•₯ π•”π• π•Ÿπ•₯π•’π•šπ•Ÿπ•€ 𝕒 π•€π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•¦π•π•’π•£ π•„π• π•Ÿπ•€π•₯𝕖𝕣.

π•†π•Ÿπ•”π•– π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¦π•Ÿπ•’π•¦π•–π•€π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•–π•• π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π”Ήπ•π•’π•”π•œ π•Žπ•ͺπ•£π•žπ•€, π•˜π•£π•–π•’π•₯𝕖𝕀π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•™π•–π•šπ•£π•€ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•₯𝕣𝕦𝕖 π••π•£π•’π•˜π• π•Ÿπ•€, π•™π•’π•§π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•₯π•–π•Ÿ π•žπ•šπ•π•π•–π•Ÿπ•Ÿπ•šπ•’, π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•Žπ•ͺπ•£π•ž-π•‚π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕀 π••π•–π•”π•šπ••π•–π•• π•₯𝕠 π•₯𝕣π•ͺ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π”Έπ•€π•”π•–π•Ÿπ•€π•šπ• π•Ÿ.

π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ 𝕑𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕒π•₯𝕒𝕝 π•žπ•šπ•€π•₯π•’π•œπ•–.

𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕀, π•“π•–π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕒 π•˜π•£π•–π•’π•₯ π•₯π•’π•π•–π•Ÿπ•₯, 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕒 β„π•–π•’π•§π•–π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ π•‹π•£π•šπ•“π•¦π•π•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕗 π•žπ•’π•₯π•”π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•žπ•’π•˜π•Ÿπ•šπ•₯𝕦𝕕𝕖. 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕩𝕖𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕀 π•¦π•Ÿπ•’π•“π•π•– π•₯𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•“π•¦π•£π••π•–π•Ÿ. 𝕀π•₯𝕀 π•£π•–π•žπ•Ÿπ•’π•Ÿπ•₯, 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕑π•₯𝕖𝕕 𝕓π•ͺ π•π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕑𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕀, π•£π•–π•žπ•’π•šπ•Ÿπ•€ 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕀 𝕒 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕖 π”Έπ•€π•”π•–π•Ÿπ••π•’π•Ÿπ•₯. π”Όπ•©π•šπ•€π•₯π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π• π•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•“π• π•¦π•Ÿπ••π•’π•£π•ͺ 𝕓𝕖π•₯π•¨π•–π•–π•Ÿ β„•π•’π•€π•”π•–π•Ÿπ•₯ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π”Έπ•€π•”π•–π•Ÿπ••π•’π•Ÿπ•₯, π•π•šπ•§π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕…

β„‚π•π•–π•’π•£π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•– π•”π• π•Ÿπ••π•šπ•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ:

π•Šπ•π•’π•ͺ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕖 π”Έπ•€π•”π•–π•Ÿπ••π•’π•Ÿπ•₯:

𝕋𝕙𝕖 β„π•–π•žπ•Ÿπ•’π•Ÿπ•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•Žπ•ͺπ•£π•ž-π•‚π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜


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