The itinerant duo came across persons of all ages wearing ripped, dull old clothes begging for assistance to people in pristine mint green uniform.

"What are they?" The ex-law student studied the alleged officials.

"Healers." The wanted criminal affirmed.

"Aren't doctors enough?" Lyla conjectured.

"Healing is the hardest skill to learn, it's extremely pricey." He delineated.

"Ah, those who can't afford a healer, seek a doctor." The pampered girl concluded.

"But there are illnesses a doctor cannot treat." Sachar gazed at the poor citizens in commiseration.

"I've got a genius idea!" The rich girl blurted out keenly."We need money, they need help."

"So?" The man's question was a green light for the woman to elaborate."Let's commercialize the mirus flower."

"That would raise too much attention." He debated.

"You work backstage, I'll be the company's face!" She advertised."I have an innate talent for sales."

The plaque was marked by harmonious color combinations, flawless calligraphy… sadly the booth did not resume to the sign.

The shop was a badly built stall on the verge of sagging, no coincidence her major wasn't engineering, to additional misfortune; her personal ancient evil had zero experience in the construction area whatsoever.

"No one is buying!" The rich girl whined, pointing to the piles of mirus flowers on stock.

"Not even you believed in the capacity of a random flower." The virx user rested in a chair, his snake was flicking its tongue.

"Good point. I could've used that reminder before I planned on opening a chain of these stores!"

The ex-law student was biting her nails, her concerns faded once a young boy surged from the end of the street.

"Will this save my mom?" The little kid overflowed with hope.

"Undoubtedly, for a fair share." The seller's advertisement convinced him to deposit a red coin on the counter."That's not enough."

"That's all I have…" The boy was dispirited.

"You know what? I'll make an exception for you!" The saleswoman winked, the kid took it gratefully.

"A spoiled brat into charity work?" The child of the prophecy was astonished.

"Investment, Sachy." The politician's daughter sniggered."I can't resist free marketing."

Their first customer divulged the miraculous remedy whenever he commented about his mother's speedy recovery at a very cheap price.

The less fortunate lined up at their unsubstantial stand, the business partners completely sold out in less than an hour.

The co-owners were counting their profit when a group vandalized their store, threatening them to come out, upon doing so, the travelers were enclosed by a combo of organizations.

"We're jobless because of you!" Healers reprimanded them."Ceaze stealing our clientele!"

"Stop appropriating our superb poison!" Assassins roared."You got any idea of how hard it is to come by a venom that doesn't leave a trace?!"

"Deal with it." Petulantly, the spoiled brat showed her tongue.

"Did you armubas forgot who rules every nook and cranny of this town?" The mob cracked their knuckles."We'll make ourselves unforgettable."

"Oh, yeah? Bring it on!" The woman vociferated."My co-owner will crush you!" 

His hindrance was living up to her nickname, his brilliant escapade was arbitrarily detained to stand up against the vengeful protestants lunging at them.

The stoic man faced them depriving himself of the aid of his powers to avert disclosing his real identity, which didn't turn out pretty for him, he was by far outnumbered.

"Go! Go! Sachy, go!" Lyla commenced cheerleading."You can do it!"

"Yeah, do a good job of getting beat up!" One of the offenders added sardonically.

"He's going easy on you ordinaries!" The ex-law student fulminated.

"Who are you calling ordinary?" Hostile, a resentful aggressor drew near.

"Cheerleader here, I don't fight." She wagged her finger.

"Much to your chagrin, I do." He grabbed her brown locks.

"Don't ruin my hair! It's a nightmare to maintain it on a short budget!" The brunette pepper sprayed the attacker who let go, agonizing."Ugh, my eyes!"

"My eyes, eyes." Slightingly, she copied."It's my hair that's important!"

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The tactic to enshroud his identity wasn't fruitful, simply rendering him several bruises, adjacent to an absolutely unpractical resolution for dissipating the protesters.

"...It seems unavoidable." Sighing, his fingers walked on the harsh soil. Vigilant of the earth tremors, the attackers retreated although they did not flee.

The ground was dilacerated in halves by grey waves into a profound chasm that guarded him alongside the problem to his solutions.

"That guy is strong!" The mob was aghast.

"Oh please, tell me something new." The rich girl contemplated her nails."Where to find a decent manicure, for example." 

"Grey virx?! It belonged particularly to one Tharinar…" A perspicacious enemy noted.

"Uh? That 's new." The brunette surveyed him."What's a Tharinar?"

"A title for virx users." The cranky guy spoke impassively. 

"Cool, Sachy!" Lyla commended."I thought your wanted criminal status was all you had." 

"Sachy? As in Sa..sa.. Sachar, the child of the prophecy?!" A healer's nervousness was evident in his quivering speech.

"It can't be, he really came back from the grave!" An assassin broke into cold sweats."The rumor was true, the arkav is alive!'

"The world is doomed!" Falling and pushing themselves, the unruly group scampered in disparate directions.

Tucking away their profit, the business partners hurtled to evade the copious soldiers scrutinizing everywhere for them.

The runaways moved onward where the guards wouldn't be hunting them down, a muddy swap.

"Sachy." The impatient man groaned anticipating her upcoming billion complaints.

"I didn't expect it to backfire." Slumped shoulders, a penitent aspect in her."I apologize for blowing your cover"

"It's fine, I was going to do it." The otherwise stoic man clarified, a microscopic smile in him.

"You mean visiting the cursed temple?" A mix of curious relief enticed the pampered girl, he concurred.

"Then it's even worse! Whoever it is will know you'll be going." The brunette ruffled her precious hair."I really messed up!" 

"That won't prejudicate me." The summoner reassured.

"Actually, it might make things interesting." The handsome man whispered, hopeful.

"What? I didn't catch it, mind sharing?" Her attentive gaze nettled him

"Got it! At your own pace, no pressure." The rich girl assuaged, her personal ancient evil scanned her aporetically.

"Please don't take too long, I hate waiting!" The little sheep clasped her hands, pleading.

"Contradictory much." The child of the prophecy connoted, suppressing a laugh.