Ambrose spoke emotionlessly, "Just as you mentioned, in True Life, it's all about strength and connections. I won't even bother to provide you with a reason. What can you do about it?"
Not a soul dared to make a sound.
Remus furrowed his brow, instinctively glancing toward the Curse beyond Violet Sanctum. He wondered if this decision had anything to do with the statue. But he was sure that he had sensed no goodwill from the statue's gaze.
He stepped into the room and with a sweep of his hand, he tossed the alchemists' bodies out. Whether it was goodwill or malice, nothing could stop him from saving Glinda.
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