[I had a little problem (My phone turned off, so obviously the alarm didn't go off. I slept for eight hours instead of the thirty minutes I'd planned. Accumulated fatigue is hell.)
Because of that, I only had time to prepare one 1,500-word chapter.
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"Where's master?" The cheerful voice of a woman with short hair echoed down the hallway just as Selene was leaving the master's room.
Waiting for Selene were four women—her sisters—all fourth-stage mages of incomparable beauty, each possessing a unique charm capable of taking any man's breath away.
Behind them, lined up in disciplined silence, stood another hundred women, each possessing a unique beauty and all third-stage battle mages.
That was the masterpiece of their master—a powerful and numerous battalion of mages, forged for a single purpose: to serve Ethan Darkwall until death.
