Arc 2, Chapter 141 — Now, The Tables Have Turned.
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It was moments such as these that make many thrilled to be alive.
Backstage, the air was thick with tension—a tension so heavy it clung to the shadows like a second skin.
'I knew it. My intuition is never wrong…' Hendrix, the ever calculative analyst, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes now glinting with a predatory certainty.
From the very beginning, he knew there was something wrong with everyone calling Levon weak.
The narrative everyone clung to, emphasized on Levon's weakness. They say he was a liability, a pawn at best.
But the many subtle signs from the past told him Levon could be anything… anything else but ORDINARY.
And sure enough, he was right!
Beside Hendrix, Payne nodded, grave and silent. Florianna squinted, as if trying to pierce the illusionary veil that kept Levon's true nature hidden.
