Dean could only call this day of his life the strangest day in his life. He had faced so many shocks that it all barely fit in his head. He learned that those he considered his family were not who they claimed to be. But Dean was able to accept such a revelation about the identities of Alex and Castiel because he considered them his family. Dean felt sadness that the Castiel he had gone through so much with had ultimately given up.
Dean could accept such a reason for Castiel's actions and didn't blame him at all; he was only saddened that he would never meet the old Castiel again. This was followed by the truth about who Alex really was, and that was another shocking truth. But all of this paled in comparison to the truth that explained the cause of all the troubles in Dean's life.
What Dean felt toward Chuck could hardly be called simple anger and hatred. Dean's hatred for Chuck was so strong that he barely managed to keep himself together. And only thanks to the influence of the spell that calmed the mind was Dean able to take his emotions under control and not completely lose it.
But none of that mattered right now. At this moment, Dean was doing everything he could to survive in Alex's so-called training. Dean didn't know how much time had passed since it all began. And Dean certainly didn't know how many times the bones in his body had broken. Getting up from the ground with difficulty once again, Dean felt his bones healing very quickly.
At that moment, it seemed to Dean that his entire body ached from the pain of broken bones, even if all the wounds in his body had healed thanks to the power inside him. Spitting blood at his feet, Dean raised his gaze to Alex, who stood a couple of meters away from him with a carefree expression on his face, clenching a thin cigar between his teeth.
Barely staying on his feet, Dean tried to take a deep breath, feeling the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Trying to get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth, Dean spat another clump of blood at his feet.
"You have a really strange idea of training," Dean said, trying to straighten up after the bones in his spine had healed.
"I already told you, you're going through an accelerated course. And this will continue until you stop being a punching bag," Alex said, exhaling smoke in Dean's direction.
"Have you lost your mind?! How the hell am I supposed to keep up with you?! When you literally appear in front of me the moment I get back on my feet!" Dean shouted, pointing the Blade of Cain at Alex.
"I've told you more than once — rely more on your senses and on what's inside you," Alex said in a carefree tone, lazily gesturing with his hand.
Hearing Alex's words again, which he had heard more than once, Dean looked at his arms covered in Darkness and at the Blade of Cain, the surface of which was strangely writhing as if the blade were alive. But Dean knew that the reason lay in the fact that he had killed the Volrider with this blade — a creature that consisted of a swarm of nanites.
Back then Dean had just shrugged it off, not really thinking about why the Blade of Cain had been able to absorb the swarm of nanites. And only after Alex had examined the Blade of Cain had Dean learned that he could control this swarm of nanites. And Dean had even tried to do it a couple of times.
But when he failed, he just shrugged and forgot about it. And seeing the writhing swarm of nanites on the surface of the Blade of Cain again, Dean thought that he should try to interact with this swarm once more. The only problem was that Dean didn't know what and how he needed to do, and he was simply doing what he thought was right.
Trying to give an order to the swarm of nanites, Dean saw a small ripple pass across the surface of the blade. Thinking he had succeeded, Dean raised his gaze to Alex, who was still standing in place. Noticing Dean's look, Alex waved his hand, letting him know that everything was fine and he could continue. Seeing that Alex didn't mind, Dean narrowed his eyes slightly, surprised by such a gesture. And before Dean lowered his gaze, he saw Alex raise one finger.
"I'll give you one minute. After that we'll continue… But remember, after this I'll hit you even harder," Alex said, raising one finger to let Dean know how much time he had.
"What the hell, man? What can I manage in a minute? I don't even know how to handle this thing, and you're telling me I have a minute!" Dean shouted irritably, pointing his finger at the Blade of Cain in his hand.
"Do I look like someone who cares?… So tick-tock, motherfucker," Alex said, tapping his finger on his empty wrist.
Irritation flared up inside Dean again as he looked at Alex. Not only had he been beaten for a whole hour, but now he was told he would be hit even harder. Feeling the time pressing, Dean looked at the Blade of Cain again and tried once more to interact with the nanites.
But no matter how hard he tried, nothing more than a small ripple on the surface of the blade came of it. And the sound of ticking clocks that Alex was making not only didn't help, but only irritated him more. Already about to give up, Dean heard a heavy sigh from Amara in his head.
"I'll help… And then it's up to you, Dean," Amara's voice echoed in Dean's head.
Before Dean could ask how Amara wanted to help him, he saw the nanites on the surface of the blade come alive. The nanites began writhing as a whole swarm, moving along the blade and reaching Dean's hand. Very quickly the swarm of nanites covered Dean's arm all the way to the elbow. The nanites stopped writhing on Dean's arm, taking on a completely different form.
When the nanites froze, Dean's arm was covered with something resembling black bracers with sharp spikes on the knuckles and claws on the fingers. Seeing such a change, Dean took the Blade of Cain in his other hand and slightly clenched his hand, getting used to the sensation of armor on his arm. Examining his arm covered by the black bracer, Dean whistled in surprise. He clearly hadn't expected the swarm of nanites to take the form of armor.
"This is quite interesting. I'm sure Sam will be very jealous," Dean laughed, moving his armored hand and getting used to the new sensations.
At that moment, Dean finally understood how he could use this swarm of nanites. And he really liked it. Not hiding his childish joy, Dean turned toward the stands and waved at Amara, showing his childish gratitude as if, as a child, he had received that very Christmas present.
Amara, sitting next to Zhang Ya and Wednesday, lazily propped her cheek on her hand. Seeing the childish joy on Dean's face, a slight smile appeared on Amara's face. And without stopping smiling, Amara raised her hand and pointed her finger at Dean, indicating that he shouldn't get distracted. Seeing Amara's gesture, Dean turned his head and saw Alex towering over him with a smile on his face.
"Dude, that's not cool. Give me a couple more minutes. I just figured out how to use this thing," Dean said in an irritated tone, raising his gaze to Alex.
"Figure it out during the fight. Big deal, you got armor. That's no reason to waste time. And now grit your teeth," Alex said in a cheerful tone, raising his fist.
Hearing Alex's words again, Dean snorted irritably, cursing Alex once more. But seeing Alex raise his fist again, Dean understood that he would either have to endure the pain of his healing bones once more, or he had to start fighting back.
And the decision came very quickly. Dean also raised his fist and struck at the same time as Alex. Alex's and Dean's fists collided in the middle, causing a shockwave that raised a cloud of dust. A moment later Dean flew out of the cloud of dust, sliding across the ground and leaving distinct tracks in the sand.
Barely staying on his feet, Dean blinked in surprise, lowering his gaze to his hand. He was surprised that his hand hadn't broken from such a blow, and only the bones in his fingers had been damaged, which healed almost instantly. Moving his fingers when the bones had healed, Dean looked at Alex with a grin.
"Want me to tell you a secret, Dean?" Alex asked, waving his hand and dispersing the cloud of dust.
"What secret? That you enjoy beating me?" Dean said in a blank tone, looking at Alex in the center of a web of cracks.
"No. The thing is, I'm using exactly the amount of power that you yourself can use right now. And you're not even close to your limit," Alex said with a cheerful smile, wagging his finger from side to side.
"Yeah? And what's my current power level?… Go ahead and enlighten me, oh great Demon King," Dean said in a dismissive tone, buying time to fully recover.
"I'd say… Hmm… That right now you can destroy an entire skyscraper. Alone… And even more after that," Alex said, cheerfully shaking his head from side to side as he looked at Dean.
"You're joking, right?… And then what, a planet? That's not a funny joke, man," Dean said, showing that he didn't believe Alex's words.
Alex looked at Dean and nodded with a serious face, confirming that Dean was saying the right words. Seeing confirmation from Alex, Dean froze like a statue. For him as a human, it was difficult to accept such a scale of power. Thinking that Alex was joking, Dean pointed at himself with his finger, asking if he could really destroy an entire planet. Dean clearly didn't believe these words from Alex.
After all, this wasn't some wooden house that could be blown up with explosives — it was a damn planet. Dean had only seen something like this in comics that he read from time to time, and had even discussed it with Alex. But this clearly went beyond anything he could comprehend.
Seeing the disbelief in Dean's eyes, Alex just shrugged, making it clear that he wasn't lying. For him himself, destroying a planet wasn't anything surprising — he had already managed to destroy enough planets and even destroyed an entire galaxy. And right now he didn't even want to think about what would happen if he really decided to use all his power instead of those usual crumbs of power he usually used.
"Alright, enough questions, Dean. It's time to continue… We will continue fighting until you become strong enough," Alex said, slightly cracking his neck.
"Well, alright. Come on, attack, you bastard. I'm definitely not going to keep being a punching bag. I've had enough of this shit," Dean replied with a grin, pointing the Blade of Cain at Alex.
Alex laughed cheerfully at Dean's words. He saw enormous potential inside Dean and knew that Dean could do much more than he could right now. Taking a step forward, Alex instantly appeared next to Dean and delivered a quick spinning kick. Dean wasn't going to retreat or block this time. Clenching his armored hand into a fist, Dean delivered a counter blow to Alex's leg.
When Alex's leg and Dean's fist collided, it caused another shockwave, because of which Dean was thrown back again. Sliding across the ground, Dean himself rushed toward Alex. And feeling a strange sensation inside himself, Dean gave in to this feeling. And at that same moment everything before his eyes became blurry, as if his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed at which he was moving. Instantly Dean appeared next to Alex.
Appearing next to Alex, Dean realized that he didn't know how to brake at such speed. At that same moment Dean's legs tangled, and he tripped. Tripping over his own legs, Dean flew at high speed toward the wall, hitting the ground several times.
Dean crashed his back into the wall, forming a huge dent in the stone fence of the arena. Stuck in the wall upside down, Dean blinked in bewilderment, not fully understanding what had just happened. In one moment he was running, in the next he was next to Alex, and now he was stuck in the wall, hanging upside down.
"Are you going to hang like that much longer, Dean? Or did you decide that when the blood rushes to your head, you'll start thinking better?" Amara's cheerful voice sounded from above.
Hearing Amara's voice, Dean with difficulty pulled his stuck head out of the wall and raised his gaze. He saw Amara leaning on the stone railing of the stands right above him. All Dean could do in response to these words was exaggeratedly roll his eyes. Amara herself only laughed at Dean and raised her finger again, indicating the direction. Lowering his head, Dean saw a foot approaching him.
Realizing that it was going to hurt a lot right now, Dean barely managed to sigh heavily. At that same moment Alex's foot slammed into Dean's stomach, driving him even deeper into the stone wall. From such a blow to the stomach, Dean spat out a large amount of blood mixed with pieces of torn internal organs. Before he could come to his senses, Dean felt himself being grabbed by the collar and pulled out of the wall.
Quickly coming to his senses, Dean grabbed Alex's head with his hands and threw his head back. Throwing his head back, Dean sharply jerked his head forward and with all his strength headbutted Alex right in the bridge of the nose. Headbutting Alex in the nose, Dean felt the bones in his forehead crack, and blood began to flow down his face.
And not intending to endure any more beatings, Dean ignored his broken head and headbutted Alex in the face again. After a couple of headbutts, Dean felt that Alex's grip remained just as strong. Clenching the Blade of Cain tighter, Dean cut off a piece of his T-shirt and then kicked Alex in the chest.
Using the kick to Alex's chest as leverage, Dean jumped back as far as possible from Alex. Landing on his feet, Dean wiped the blood that was flowing down his face and obstructing his vision. Shaking his head to get rid of the effects of the concussion, Dean looked at Alex.
"That's right, Dean. That's how you should fight!… You need to be more ruthless! Use everything you have at hand! Use bones, nails, teeth! Use all of it! Fight as if you want to tear me to pieces. Because that's exactly what I'm going to do!" Alex shouted with loud laughter, wiping Dean's blood from his face.
"You crazy bastard!" Dean hissed through his teeth, realizing that the fight was now going to be even more brutal.
"HAHAHAHA. You're right, Dean! So let's enjoy the carnage in this world of nightmares! Let the smell of your own blood intoxicate you. Give in to this feeling!" Alex shouted loudly, laughing with insane laughter.
Looking at the insanely laughing Alex, Dean realized that things were now going to be much more serious. He had never seen Alex in such an insane state before. And Dean admitted to himself that this smile scared the hell out of him. But Dean didn't even think about running away. At that moment he was only thinking about becoming stronger.
And Dean was sure that Alex definitely wouldn't kill him. Deciding to fight Alex anyway when he was in such a state, Dean pulled off his torn jacket and threw it aside so it wouldn't get in the way. Left in just his T-shirt, Dean raised the Blade of Cain in front of him, preparing to fight more seriously.
"I'm definitely going to regret this… And tomorrow everything is definitely going to hurt…" Dean muttered, looking at Alex.
At that same moment Alex disappeared from Dean's field of vision. Dean felt a gust of wind next to him and delivered a counter punch. Dean's fist collided with Alex's fist, causing another shockwave. And this time Dean wasn't thrown back. Deciding to take the initiative, Dean struck first.
Alex and Dean began exchanging blows. And every time their fists collided, it caused a shockwave comparable to an explosion. Under Alex's and Dean's feet, a web of cracks very quickly formed, spreading wider and wider. At the same time, the girls were sitting in the stands watching everything.
After talking a little with Dean, Amara returned to her seat and sat down next to Zhang Ya and Wednesday. Not far from them in their small group sat Alice, Enid, and Seras, who were interestedly discussing everything that was happening on the arena during the fight between Alex and Dean.
"Heh, I won. I told you Dean would need a whole hour to stop being a punching bag. Now pay up," Alice said with a smile, extending her hand toward Enid and Seras.
"I didn't bring my wallet, do you accept transfers?" Enid asked embarrassedly, turning out the pockets of her pink jacket.
"I forgot my wallet too," Seras added embarrassedly, lightly scratching her cheek with her nail.
"No, only cash… Or candy," Alice said in a serious tone, making it clear that she was waiting for her money.
Enid and Seras exchanged glances and reluctantly took out candy from their pockets, giving it to Alice. Alice smiled widely, putting the candy in her pocket. Lucina, sitting next to Samantha and Doll, slightly pursed her lips. Lucina was cheerfully laughing at how Alice was teasing the losers of their bet, Enid and Seras. After that she shifted her gaze back to the arena.
Propping her cheek on her hand, Lucina leaned forward, thinking about how long this fight between Alex and Dean would last. Lightly poking Samantha in the thigh with her finger, Lucina asked her friend's opinion on how long she thought all this would last.
Samantha thoughtfully brought her finger to her lips and only shook her head. She also didn't know how long it would continue. After all, she had only come here because Alice and Enid couldn't sit still out of boredom. Doll, sitting next to Samantha, placed her palms on her knees and, without blinking, watched what was happening on the arena.
"I think Dean is getting better and more experienced," Doll said in a calm voice, slightly tilting her head to the side.
"Are you saying that from your own experience?" Lucina asked, turning her head toward Doll.
"I think so. I've seen countless hunters who came to the Dream. With each new death they became stronger… But also more broken," Doll said, slowly nodding her head without taking her eyes off the arena.
"Dean is already broken enough. That doesn't threaten him. What worries me more is that the entire arena will collapse. Look at those cracks on the floor," Samantha said, pointing to the web of cracks that was growing larger with every moment.
"There's no need to worry about that. There are two women here who won't let that happen," Lucina said in a lazy tone, pointing her finger at two women.
Samantha shifted her gaze and first looked at Zhang Ya. She knew that Zhang Ya completely controlled the Red City and everything that happened in it. And since Zhang Ya wasn't reacting in any way to what was happening on the arena between Alex and Dean, that meant everything was fine. Nodding her head, Samantha shifted her gaze to Alucard, who was practically lying down, watching everything through the red lenses of her glasses.
Alucard lazily shifted her gaze to Samantha and slightly lowered her glasses. Meeting Alucard's gaze, Samantha smiled and nodded. Alucard grinned at Samantha and then looked away, putting her glasses back on. A little lower than Alucard sat Integra, who was slowly smoking a thin cigar, and next to her stood a glass of whiskey.
Flicking the ash onto the floor, Integra put the cigar in the ashtray and interestedly rubbed her chin. Maria, sitting next to Integra, lightly waved her hand, fanning away the smoke from the cigar. Watching how Dean fought, Maria couldn't help but notice that he was fighting just like her husband Alex.
"What do you think, Alucard?" Integra asked, taking a sip of whiskey without taking her eyes off the arena.
"Having seen Dean Winchester in person, about whom my husband spoke so highly… I'd say he's quite interesting… He reminds me of Father Anderson and Van Helsing… Especially Van Helsing," Alucard said, leaning forward a little and removing her red glasses.
"Hmm… If you look at it that way. Then maybe, yes… And what do you think, Maria?" Integra said thoughtfully, turning her head toward Maria.
"Among the hunters in Yharnam there were very few hunters like that… I'd say only a few," Maria replied, remembering how many hunters she had met in the past with similar character traits.
"A rather vague answer, Maria… Of all the interesting hunters there was only your teacher and you. It's a shame I couldn't fight him before my Ascension," Alucard said in a lazy tone, pointing her finger at Maria.
"Then why didn't you do it? Knowing your character, you wouldn't have missed such an opportunity," Maria asked, turning her head toward Alucard.
Alucard only smiled in response and looked away. She saw no point in saying that very quickly Herman had seemed boring to her, and she had lost all interest in him. Not receiving an answer from Alucard, Maria watched her for a couple more moments and then looked away.
Continuing to watch the battle on the arena, Maria touched the pendant in the shape of a monster's fang, which was the only reminder of the one who had become her teacher and replaced her father. The only thing that comforted Maria was that Herman was no longer trapped in the Hunter's Dream and had gained freedom, albeit at the cost of his own life.
Stopping touching the pendant on her neck, Maria shifted her gaze to Amara. Feeling the gaze on her, Amara turned her head and met Maria's eyes. Maria responded with a polite smile to Amara's gaze. Amara also politely smiled back, nodding her head slightly.
Turning away, Amara continued to watch the battle between Alex and Dean. She felt how Dean was using her power better and better, and at the same time their connection was becoming even stronger, allowing him to use even more of her power. Amara smiled slightly, once again imagining Chuck's face when he realized what was happening, but it would already be too late.
Time continued to pass, and the battle between Alex and Dean became more and more extreme. Dean began to adapt to his power very quickly in such an extreme environment when his bones and body continued to break again and again. Using the same level of power as Dean, Alex noticed that he possessed a very interesting feature that he hadn't noticed before.
Alex noticed that Dean grasped everything on the fly and did it very quickly. And this was the very gift that Adam had passed on to his children. Learning about this, Alex decided that he needed to start pushing Dean even harder. Dean himself followed Alex's advice, starting to use absolutely everything he could in this battle.
Dean no longer thought, but only relied on his instincts, which allowed him to keep up with Alex and fight back. Even Castiel, sitting on the other side of the arena farther away from everyone, couldn't help but be surprised that Dean possessed the same gift as their brother Adam. The observant girls also noticed the change in Dean as he fought. Continuing to watch the battle, Lucina noticed that someone was missing.
"Where's Alessa?" Lucina's interested voice sounded among the girls.
"She left half an hour ago," Integra said, looking at her watch on her wrist.
"Didn't Alessa say where she was going?" Lucina asked, turning to Integra.
"She said she was going to the hospital to visit someone," Maria replied, turning her head toward Lucina.
Lucina frowned slightly upon hearing Maria's answer. And a moment later she sighed, realizing who Alessa had gone to visit. Their daughter could only go to visit two people who were in the Red City. And it was precisely those two who were the main culprits of the fate Alessa had had to face.
Deciding that she needed to pick up their daughter, Lucina stood up from her seat. She didn't want Alessa to meet those two people alone or ever meet them again. Informing the other girls about this, no one was against Lucina going to pick up their daughter.
"Zhang Ya, can you open a door to Arkham for me," Lucina said, looking at Zhang Ya.
Zhang Ya slowly turned her head and nodded slightly. At that same moment a Red Door appeared next to Lucina, which began to slowly open. When the Red Door opened, Lucina stepped inside. Stepping over the threshold of the Red Door, Lucina found herself in a creepy hospital corridor in which there was a smell of disinfectant, rust, and blood.
Lighting a thin cigar, Lucina walked forward along the corridor, ignoring the screams coming from the depths of the hospital. For her, everything around was so ordinary that Lucina wasn't going to pay any attention to it.
Reaching the reception desk, Lucina looked at the nurse whose face was wrapped in bloodied bandages and who herself was dressed in a clean white nurse's coat. The creepy nurse raised her gaze to Lucina and slightly tilted her head to the side.
"Where is the psychiatric ward?" Lucina asked, looking at the creepy nurse.
The nurse raised her hand and pointed her finger down the left corridor. Seeing the direction, Lucina nodded and headed toward the psychiatric ward. Moving toward the psychiatric ward, Lucina knew that her husband kept those who, as he himself put it, needed help in this place.
Remembering these words, Lucina pursed her lips and walked on. Seeing the doors leading to the psychiatric wing in front of her, Lucina looked at the cheerful sign hanging above the door itself. The sign was decorated with bright rainbow colors, a bright sun, and various flowers of all possible colors.
"Here you will become a new version of yourself… What a stupid sense of humor he has. As always," Lucina read the inscription on the sign, sighed, and shook her head.
Pushing the doors, Lucina entered the psychiatric wing, and she immediately heard strange mutterings coming from the corridor. Rubbing her forehead, Lucina walked forward to find Alessa. Walking along the corridor, Lucina headed to the very depths of this hospital wing.
Continuing to walk along the corridor, Lucina stopped when she saw the opening doors of the treatment room. A moment later a wheelchair rolled out of the room with a drooling man sitting in it. The man was dressed in a white straitjacket and had a blank gaze.
And following him out of the room came a man in a white doctor's coat, whose appearance Lucina could only call specific. The skin on the doctor's face was stretched with special metal brackets, because of which an eternal creepy smile was frozen on his face. Wheeling the man out of the room, the doctor turned his head and met Lucina's gaze.
"Lady Lucina, how can I help you? Perhaps you have a patient in mind who should be examined in our hospital wing?" Doctor Herman Carter said, lightly rubbing his hands in anticipation.
"Fortunately, no. Doctor Carter, have you seen Alessa?" Lucina replied, shaking her head and explaining the reason for her visit.
"Ah, young lady Alessa. Of course I saw her. She's near room 386, where a very special patient is located, whom we are carefully watching, as the Director requested," Herman said, indicating the direction.
Learning where Alessa was, Lucina thanked Doctor Carter and walked further down the corridor. Reaching the elevator, Lucina pressed the button and waited. Rising to the right floor, Lucina exited the elevator and saw Alessa in the middle of the corridor, standing in front of room 386.
Sighing, Lucina approached Alessa and placed her palm on her head. Slowly stroking Alessa's hair, Lucina looked through the small window on the door. Inside, the room was a white space with bare walls without windows. There wasn't even a bed inside the room, only one chair standing right in the middle. A woman with gray hair and in a straitjacket was sitting on the chair. This woman was Dahlia Gillespie, Alessa's biological mother, and the one who had caused Alessa the most pain and suffering.
Dahlia stared blankly at the white wall, showing no signs that she understood anything. She looked more like a puppet than a person. Looking at Dahlia, Lucina believed that this woman deserved everything that was happening to her. Looking away from Dahlia, Lucina lowered her gaze and looked at Alessa.
"Alessa, why are you here again?" Lucina asked, stroking Alessa's hair.
"Checking if this woman has undergone all the procedures prescribed for her," Alessa replied in a cold tone, raising her gaze to Lucina.
"And? Are you convinced?" Lucina asked with a tender smile on her face, squatting down next to Alessa.
"Doctor Wernicke is quite capable. And he lives up to his name," Alessa said, slowly nodding her head.
"Since you're convinced of everything. Maybe we should go back to the others. Or are you bored watching your father and uncle fight each other," Lucina said, gently squeezing Alessa's cheeks.
"Uncle Dean is stupid… He only starts doing something if he gets beaten enough. And I wouldn't be surprised if he's already been beaten enough to start fighting back," Alessa said, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest, ignoring her mother's hands on her cheeks.
Lucina laughed upon hearing Alessa's answer. Stopping laughing, Lucina picked Alessa up in her arms and began to leave. Alessa wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and looked with a cold gaze one last time at the doors of the room where Dahlia and Claudia were. Alessa's gaze became very cold for a moment and just as quickly returned to her usual calm gaze.
Alessa had not forgotten what she had gone through because of these two women, and she would never forgive them. Stopping looking at the room doors, Alessa pressed her cheek to her mother's head, making herself comfortable in her mother's arms. When Lucina approached the doors leading to the stairwell, the door in front of her began to turn red.
Opening the Red Door, Lucina stepped inside and returned to the coliseum with Alessa in her arms. Setting Alessa down on the floor, Lucina returned to her seat next to Samantha and Doll. Alessa, for her part, went to her mother Wednesday to discuss the treatment of Dahlia and Claudia. Alessa knew that her mother Wednesday could suggest several rather sophisticated treatment options.
To be continued...
(Phew, we've sorted out Dean's power increase, and we can move on. I don't think there will be any more stops, except for those leading up to the finale. And since Dean has gotten stronger, that means he's gotten stronger, right? Of course, I could have left it all for later, writing "Dan has gotten stronger," and that's it. Basically, that's all there is to it, hehe. And now that the chapter is written, it's time for food. Peace, love, and when crossing the road, look both ways, and don't forget that up is also a side.)
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