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The last wyvern let out a melodramatic screech before plummeting, headfirst, into one of Vivienne's shimmering fake clouds. It vanished with a loud PLOP, and for a brief, glorious moment, silence fell upon the battlefield.
Then came the familiar chime.
WAVE 2: CLEAREDPARTY STATUS: SLIGHTLY TRAUMATIZEDSYSTEM ADVICE: Maybe take a snack break?NEXT TRIAL DOOR UNLOCKED.
Verena flopped onto the ground, spread-eagle and gasping. "If I ever survive this, I'm going to commission a statue of myself. It's going to have laser eyes and one foot on a wyvern head."
"Make sure to put Vivienne next to you," Isolde teased, sitting down gracefully beside her. "Cuddling your ankle or something."
Vivienne perked up, cheeks flushing. "Oh! Can I actually do that?"
"NO!" Verena sat bolt upright, red as a beet. "You're not allowed to be encouraging about that!"
