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"They will rue the day they crossed me; their empire will fall, and I will rise from its ashes." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARCHIBALD FURROWED his brows, staring at Ozed, "Kid… Have you awakened your Alchemara powers?" He asked. But of course, got no answer.
"Is that what is causing these strips of veins on your body?" Archibald left his side, and went to the table.
"Now, do I increase is dosage or should I reduce it or should I just stop it in total?" His questions flew out his mouth, but got no answers.
"I still want to know what those veins are. And he is looking paler and paler by the day."
Noticing the sack of gems he left on the table. Taking out the Alexandrite, he placed it on a small pot that had fire underneath it.
The rain outside soon stopped as quickly as it came. He watched as the gem dissolved. Sucking it into a syringe, he turned Ozed, ready to inject him with it.