You stood in Ramshackle. You had just overblotted. Ace, Deuce, Grim, Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, and Malleus were standing in Ramshackle looking at you. None of them could believe that you, one of the nicest people at NRC, had actually overblotted. Plus, on top of that, you didn't have any magic. You had overblotted because Ace, Deuce, and Grim had suddenly announced that they no longer wanted to be friends with you, which hurt you mentally. A lot. You wanted to get your revenge on them, which is what caused you to overblot due to your title as a beast master. Ace, Deuce, and Grim were looking guilty, Riddle and Jamil were surprisingly looking at you with sympathy, Malleus looked like he wanted nothing more than to help you, Leona and Vil looked stern, and Idia and Azul looked afraid, but not for themselves...for you. Vil finally decided to speak up. His face still looked stern, but his voice was surprisingly a bit gentle now Vil: (Y/N)...