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In front of them was therefore a large luminescent hall, from which emanated a colossal aura. Gargantuan. Titanic. Not far from the center proudly stood two gigantic statues, one male and the other female. Mysterious, large, intimidating entities. Although lifeless at first glance, a huge pressure was released and Angela was so submissive that she knelt suddenly without wanting to.

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Despite this imposing presence, the two giant receptacles impressed Angela. She was amazed by so much presence, presence that was felt in a prodigious way. Tony had noticed Angela's wonder, and patted her on the shoulder.

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Tony then withdrew his finger and stood in the center of the great hall. Stretching out his arms as if to lift himself up to the sky, he began to levitate in the air, followed by all the furniture around and Angela.

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All the decorations, the gilding, the furniture, absolutely everything metamorphosed into a general cosmic view, like in an aerospace simulator. In short, Angela felt like she had returned to space.

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Angela suddenly fell silent. Tony was talking about things that seemed to interest her the most.

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Angela then remembered that sentence from Tony.

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Angela looked at her tiny hands in amazement. She seemed to have witnessed a real epiphany. They were only words, but these assemblages of letters gave a meaning to her coming, a meaning that had escaped her until then. It was then that Angela's chest lit up.

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Angela looked puzzled, but already for a while now, everything seemed complex to her.

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Angela was then suddenly struck with an immeasurably strong force, far greater than anything she had experienced so far. But it was not offensive or with any intention of harming anyone.

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Tony suddenly cut her off, then held her hand up like it was a blade. He then snapped his fingers, and Angela began to split into myriads of sparkling particles.

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Infamous was constantly irritated, the mere sight of Narcisse made him crave maddening murder.

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Infamous was shaken. Scyllah had raised the tone with a particularly high sonority. Behind his calm face, Scyllah was seething. He didn't let anything show through, but deep inside, he was dying of a titanic urge to destroy everything around him. Infamous was frightened.

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The space shook with power, so much so that even Scyllah and Infamous were shaken.

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Angela's body, then levitating in the vastness of space and unconscious, lit up much brighter than during her fight against Infamous. Like an epiphany, Angela straightened up, still her eyes closed, with a new aura. Under the astonished eyes of the Destiny Bosses at her bedside, Angela released an energy that was felt over hundreds of light years. After this unconscious performance, Angela ceased her enlightenment and became as calm as before.

Scyllah and Infamous did not understand everything at once, they were still struck by this sudden and unexplained emanation. Even Narcisse was impressed by this surge of light, he who had only put her to sleep so that she could put her thoughts in order. As the Destiny Bosses watched Angela's body, concerned and curious, Angela opened her eyes.

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Scyllah didn't need to be invited and took his protege in his arms. Still sleepy, Angela let it go without really understanding. Beside, Infamous was happy with her return, but gorged with colossal pride, he let nothing show. As for Narcisse, he was holding his chin like a sovereign hatching a plan. His interest in Angela grew when he realized that she wasn't just a space traveler. Certainly, she represented the protagonist of a destiny that bound them all, but he wondered if the importance that Angela had didn't go way beyond everything they imagined.

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Angela then remembered everything that had happened, from the moment she succumbed to sadness and hatred to the moment that was unfolding now. She also remembered the entirety of her dream, this mysterious man dressed very elegantly and this strange pantheon. Everything seemed clear to her, as if she had been fully aware of herself and her surroundings from the start. She also remembered all the hurt she had caused, and instantly felt an intense remorse towards all those she had dominated in the most careless way possible.

Scyllah and Infamous saw that she was pissed off for her past behavior, and tried to reassure her. Infamous then wanted to attack Narcisse as he seemed to be used to, but the latter had vanished, untraceable.

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Angela looked at Scyllah tearfully. She then wiped away her tears, and resolved herself.

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Angela then arched her right arm, then a sharp gesture. There followed the summoning of dozens of characters, each more different than the next, that Angela had previously defeated without a hint of empathy or difficulty. Once nearly forty Destiny Bosses introduced themselves to Angela, the mood quickly colded. On Angela's side, the gene was felt. From that of the cowardly despised Destiny Bosses, desolation and shame gave them an aura of palpable disgust. Angela didn't know where to stand, and Scyllah, aware of this intense discomfort, came to her side.

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He and Angela looked at each other, Angela had brought down her sorry face for a curious expression. She was curious as to why only he had come forward, moreover without being scared or anything. Fast Homunculus then knelt down, in order to reduce the distance between her and him, and said a few words to her, however incomprehensible.

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Angela, with a few tears in her eyes, seemed not to have realized the atypical speech of the one who spoke to her. She then motioned for him to hold out one of his giant hands, something he did innocently. By resting her frail right hand, Angela generated a great deal of energy and made Fast Homunculus glow. When the experiment was over, Fast Homunculus stood up, puzzled, and said a few words that surprised him to the utmost.

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These words sounded like a death knell in Fast Homunculus. Granted, he had never been bothered by his different diction since those only comrades, the Destiny Bosses, immediately understood what he was saying, but something inside him told him that what Angela had just done was a sort of deliverance.

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Angela had regained her smile, and this warm and joyous scene motivated the reluctant Destiny Bosses to approach their former tormentor. Angela, seeing them approaching, thought back to the misfortunes she had caused them and was about to lose her smile and hide her face, slowly backing away from them. However, Scyllah stopped her in her recoil with a hand behind her back and motioned for her to hang on, as she always had. After a visual exchange, Angela looked again at all the characters in front of her, and took a deep breath despite the lack of oxygen around. It was only after this concentration that Angela, though still filled with shyness and a hint of shame, stepped towards the Destiny Bosses on her own.

There were a lot of them, Angela still couldn't believe she had defeated so many bosses, each as powerful as the next. And now she remembered how she had done it, which made her feel very disgusted with herself. But after Fast Homunculus, it was the turn of a tiny Destiny Boss, barely taller than her, to come against her.

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All the Destiny Bosses looked at each other and realized the regrets that were gnawing at Angela this time. The little Destiny Boss in front of her then, to Angela's surprise, giggled.

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Angela gradually regained her self-confidence. However, she could see that despite the Destiny Boss' remarks, some others were quite reluctant to forgive her. She then went to them first, but still asked his name to the one who had followed Fast Homunculus.

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This Destiny Boss seemed very hyperactive. Continuing her momentum, Angela walked through the crowd of Destiny Bosses, who had split in two to let her pass, still with that hint of shyness towards them. She wanted to talk to each of them, apologize, get to know them more, but she was afraid to do so. She then stopped in her walk, looking from her small size at the giants that surrounded her, crossing her small hands to show her shyness.

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The Destiny Bosses looked at each other, then fixed their gaze on Angela. The pressure of all those stares was oppressing Angela, it was the weight of judgment. But contrary to Angela's fears, the mood wasn't that heavy. It even gradually grew smaller when one of them spoke.

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Angela then knelt down, in an unsuspected momentum, and did a dogeza, crashing face down on the ground, her hands between the ground and her forehead.

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A silence even heavier than the previous atmosphere suddenly reigned throughout the space. Angela had taken her courage in both hands and bowed to those she had carelessly decimated once, in a position devoid of any guard, in perfect submission.

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At the sight of this face in tears, of an unnamed cuteness, the Destiny Bosses aroused in them as of a fatherly instinct, and all said the same thing at the same time.

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In their eyes, Angela no longer had anything like the unfriendly monster that had defeated them. She was in reality only a little girl, admittedly over a millennium old, but who, deep down, still only asked for love and tenderness. She had lived through many horrors and other things that had caused her a lot of pain, but in the end she was still a little girl in need of affection and discovery.

Scyllah and Infamous, seeing this scene worthy of a drama series, also said themselves the same thing.

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For her part, Angela was crying hot tears as the Destiny Bosses tried to reassure her. But thick and savage brutes that they were, they struggled to know how to console a tearful child. However, it wasn't the case of one of the Destiny Bosses, who stepped forward with her slender legs to her. Sparkling, the Destiny Boss who had advanced towards Angela extended her hand to help her up. Angela lifted her head again, her hands to her face like a crying child would. She then saw a face she had seen before, a resplendent lady face that perfectly reflected the image of a mature and luscious woman.

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From her height of 10 meters, Lighta Spark hugged the 1.50 meters of the Tacos little girl, just like a mother would do to console her daughter. This new scene surprised but delighted Scyllah.

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Angela had stopped crying and now had a calm, smiling face. As well metaphorically as well as literally, Lighta Spark offered her body warmth to Angela for relieve her. The girls stayed like that for almost a day, as if Lighta Spark had indeed fathered Angela.

After this moving scene, Angela opened her eyes again. Lighta Spark still hugged her and looked like she was asleep. It was while moving that Lighta Spark opened her eyes in turn.

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Angela saw another side of Lighta Spark, much more loving. Wiping her small eyes swollen from the incessant crying of the night before, she walked away from Lighta Spark's hands and levitated up in front of her face.

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Angela gazed briefly at Lighta Spark, and gave her a sublime smile.

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Lighta Spark internally exploded with joy, but her pride still intact, she didn't show it in any way. In her reflection, Angela then came to stick to her left cheek.

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Angela had a slight sluggishness as she thought back to the one she had first considered to a mother, but now much stronger than before, she resolve herself to her disparition and settled down to enjoy the present moment instead of continually rehashing past events. The same for Benoit.

In a burst of good humor and fully recovered from her previous shock, Angela walked briskly towards the other Destiny Bosses. She spoke in a perfectly courageous manner and each of them conversed with her, she got to know them better. It was well animated, and Scyllah and Infamous, then still spectators, appreciated this friendly view.

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From tragic events, everything had turned into a friendly reunion between a protagonist and many of her former enemies. Angela had traded her bitterness and guilt for a smile whose purity and innocence would make the holiest of holies pale.

Angela now had 42 Destiny Bosses in her victories prize list. Freed from her treacherous demons and fully able to resume her adventures, she resumed her journey with, in mind, much more use the help from her Destiny Bosses instead of continually remaining alone to want to end her fate. Even if it means suffering a sort of prophecy of fate, as much as that is in the best possible situation. That was the Miss Tacos mentality, and so to speak, that state of mind didn't displease the Destiny Bosses who now accompanied her.