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Adele’s POV: My grasp had an unimaginable obsession with uncommon bloodlines. He didn’t have the prophecy bloodline, so he studied astrology painstakingly. Even I may want to use the stars to make some achievements. How annoying. Perhaps I shouldn’t have left that insignificant character alive. I have to have just let her fall into the volcano and die. I have to have let her style the pain I suffered returned then. But I didn’t. I regretted making that choice each second, but I didn’t. I started out to fantasize about the volcanic crater as a bedtime story. What did the stone house appear like now? Was it cracked from the heat, unscathed, or had it already collapsed? Where used to be the scarecrow? Did it lose an arm or a leg? And that girl, she should be in a sorry state, right? A