[ There's nothing more for him to say with Yservai slayed, his heart impaled by her sword. Arm drenched with the fake blood, he remains still on the ground while the curtains fall. The narrator rushes out to take back the limelight and provides a poetic conclusion to their performance. Once the shadow covers the actors, Ozymandias wrenches himself out from under the costume. Holding his finger up to his nose, he sniffs. It smells like blood obtained from an animal. ]
Were you too forced into this nonsense? [ Dropping the cloth head of the dragon, he regards Yona levelly. ]
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Were you too forced into this nonsense? [ Dropping the cloth head of the dragon, he regards Yona levelly. ]