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[i]*White Silver King Isley of the North appears before me, and I freeze in fear*[/i]
[b]Isley:[/b] Kneel.
[i]*Kneels before him*[/i]
[b]Isley:[/b] Your friend and I had a sparring match earlier.
[b]-[/b]...
[b]Isley:[/b] Do not worry, I didn't kill him.
[b]-[/b]Th-Thank you..
[i]*Isley grabs me and holds me in the air by my throat*[/i]
[b]Isley:[/b] I am your ruler, address me so.
[b]-[/b][i]*Choking[/i]* Y-yes.. my king..
[i]*Isley drops me, causing me to land on my stomach. He places his foot on my back*[/i]
[b]Isley:[/b] I would like for you to tell him of the Curitain's Rite.
[b]-[/b]You.. You mustn't, my king..
[b]Isley:[/b] Tell me not what I must not do. I decide my own path, and a whelp like you cannot prevent it. How are you second in the Claymores?
[b]-[/b]I... I killed the first. Therefore technically I am first. But I left The Organisation, my king.
[b]Isley:[/b] Is that so? Then I implore you to join us, Para. Become The Silver Eyed Witch Para of the East.
[b]-[/b]...
[b]Isley:[/b] I will give you time to think over this. Until then, carry out my orders or you'll be killed.
[b]-[/b]I feel a sense of hypocrisy. If I were to become an Abyssal One, I'd be far more powerful than you.
[i]*Isley presses down on me, fracturing a rib*[/i]
[b]Isley:[/b] But you're NOT an Abyssal One. Follow my orders, and think about my offer. Farewell.
[i]*Isley disappears, as if into the air itself. I roll onto my back*[/i]