As quick as a flash, he unsheathed the silver dagger he had been brandishing a couple minutes ago and swung it. 

   I put myself in front of the dagger.

   Searing pain cut at my stomach, as I released my arms from where they were, so I could clutch my wound.

   Darkness engulfed my eyes, purple spots dancing on my irises. I keeled over and fell on my stomach.

   The pain grew to an extent that I believed acid was being splashed on to my wound. Even with my eyes closed, the black of the underside of my eyelids swirled; like a tornado of dread and despair.

I blacked out.

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What does Mystogan have planned for Erza and Jellal? FinD oUt In The neXt chAptEur

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