Two months ago, Thrax donated a significant amount of rit points to the Magus Alliance, earning him permission to return ho to Earth.
As the spacecraft he boarded on descended upon Kronos Base, located on the mysterious and desolate dark side of the moon, the caretakers of the planet seed determined to put obstacles in his path. Their attempts, however, proved futile as they failed to find any legitimate grounds to deny his request.
Thrax, a distinguished figure with nurous notable military achievents under his belt, held the rank of a re acolyte, far from attaining the prestigious title of a magus. Consequently, he posed a minimal threat to the denizens of the lower realm.
The only possession the caretakers sought to confiscate from him was his valuable tier 6 weapon—a weapon he had painstakingly acquired and one that held both sentintal and practical value to him. Regrettably, Thrax was forced to expend the majority of his hard-earned savings to secure the safe transportation of his cherished armant back to Earth.
Frustrated by the turn of events, Thrax muttered, "Huh! If only you had listened to and concealed yourself within the storage rings, none of these infuriating circumstances would have unfolded!"
With a hint of exasperation, Thrax retorted, "Huh! You better make it up to later!"
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As the heated argunt between Thrax and the sentient weapon raged on, their quarrel was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Hers, one of the esteed Kronos Magus.
Sporting an air of condescension, Hers approached Thrax, his words dripping with derision. "So, I hear you've beco quite the veteran. A big shot, aren't you?"
Thrax shot a piercing glare in Hers' direction with irritation.
Seeing Thrax gaze Hers said "what's with the look? Do you need a ride down or Not!?"
The annoyed immortal gladiator turned his attention back to his trusted weapon, and posed a question, "Gae Bolg, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Without a mont's hesitation, Gae Bolg responded,
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