Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190516214227/@comment-35691777-20190523205856

The Minister said, "Yes, you are right Sir Cirrus, it was a terrible ideal, but still, the truth is they would have found out in the end, we could not hide it forever, but even when they would find out, they could never be able to so much as put one step on the shores of my ancestor's homeland, not without beign torn to shreds by the millions of Grimm that live there, and the continent is protected by forces beyond our comprehension that will not allow them to bipass. In truth, the ruins have never been attacked ever since the fall of the Empire for a reason Sir Cirrus, as such, it won't be attacked even now. Now then, we have some few things to do before we take our leave of Psyche Remnant."

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Banshee kept pounding her fist into the wall until it bled, and even then she kept punching. Of all the places that old man would put Psyche RWBY in, it had to be at those damned ruins, the one place that even the omnipotent ELOR could not enter without literally having their asses handed to them on a silver platter. In other words, Psyche RWBY was now in a true safe haven that ELOR could never invade. The moment Psyche RWBY was transported to the Assyrian Ruins, they had lost, and The Minister had to rub it in her face. "DAMN IT!!! DAMN IT!!! MOTHERF#CKING DAMN IT!!!!!" Banshee then scowled as she then muttered in spite, "Dragon...." She was walkign down the hallway into the meeting room where Apophis and Blaire would be.