Zelriane listened carefully as Shaidra fumbled about with her fingers behind him. He hadn't expected even a modicum of reason from these heroic blunders. His eyes shifted over to Shaidra, who was already gathering shadows in the palms of her hands. Jeff said something, and Zelriane's brow creased like moistened wax paper.

	[color=007236]"Even after witnessing my pride tear apart any chances I had at victory, you insist on blurting out idiotic threats? Let me assure you, [b]both of you,[/b] that if you approach the tower, [i]even if I am defeated, [b]even if you defeat Rajaka and every other member of our order,[/b][/i]"[/color] Zelriane paused and flung himself into a coughing fit as black clouds surrounded him, Shaidra, Bruce, and Jeff.

	[color=007236]"You will never be a match for [i]Chaos.[/i]"[/color]

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[h1]~ End Of Chapter 170 ~[/h1][/center]