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Phillix’s POV “Envious?” Minoa spoke behind me. “I hope you’re not carrying a knife to stab me.” I said. She chuckled. “That’d be my sister’s way of doing things.” She said as she stood beside me. “You have the same blood running in you.” I told her. She pouted. “You really have a sharp tongue.” She said as she looked at me with a dissatisfied gaze. “Not going to thank me for saving the Savior?” she asked and looked at Yelena afar who is playing with Vice and their other friends. She meant that Yelena is the Savior in the prophecy. “This is all fated.” I answered. “You are speaking like the Sage.” She said and looked back at me. “I am the Sage – “ I corrected her. She roared in laughter, clutching her stomach. Then, she stared at Yelena, Vice, and their other friends. “But what yo