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I look around at others’, zooming in my sight and sweeping through each of their glasses. No sign of titanium what-so-ever, or else most would have been choking by now, if someone had purposely poured some titanium in the blood. Looking around, though, I don’t notice anything out of the ordinary, other than an angry looking Altore, who is passing through the doors into ballroom harshly. Most of the purebloods sneak a peek to see why he is so worked up. Half of them surprise to see Altore dropping off his cool, showing up with his parts of clothes rather torn up. There are no kind smiles and polite gestures anymore. He is walking towards us, and he has Vallénce in mind of exchange. Vallénce has given him a final warning before, so I step in to stop my brother before approaching him even ne