The Final Roar

I'll update three chapters first, then I'll have the courage and confidence to ask for votes...

Today was May 7th. There were only six or seven hours left in the double monthly-vote period. If I didn't ask for votes now, it'd be all over—my chrysanthemum would be rotten, and even my eggs wouldn't be safe...

It seemed like everyone had gone mad today. You'd all been incredibly supportive these past few days, and the results had been pretty good. Xiao Ya, Mouse, Jie Chen, Tianya, and The Gods—five readers in all—even lit up red in support; who would've thought that in just the final half-day, my chrysanthemum would get stabbed five or six times in a row...

What did that feel like? Why not try it with your finger?!

Hadn't Shadow been working hard enough these past few days? Ten thousand characters a day was the bare minimum!

The final seven hours, the final double votes, the final dawn, the final roar...

The story was in the middle of the National War arc now. Shadow needed passion, needed hot blood, needed motivation, needed the lash...

If you had votes, give votes. If you didn't, make a peep. That was all tremendous support!

The final roar...

Fire-Bathed Phoenix Dances in Rainbow Garb, iron blood and crimson heart shatter the vast skies.

Wielding a halberd, bathed in blood, he washed the winds in gore; broken blade held proud, he carved the setting sun red.