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VOWS OF THE BLOODLINE
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As I walked through the dimly lit corridor, I felt a whirlwind of emotions engulfing me, each one battling for dominance. The ancient book I had used to perform the summoning ritual, with its weathered pages and enigmatic texts, held the key to a figure of immense power and mystery. It seemed like ages ago, and yet the memory of that moment when the air was thick with anticipation and uncertainty remained vivid in my mind.Facing Lucian, the Cursed Lycan King, and revealing Fenrir's atrocities tugged at the very strings of my heart. In that pivotal moment, his eyes held an intensity that cut through the darkness, momentarily revealing the man beneath the legends. "I won't stand by and let them harm innocent people," he declared with a resolute voice, and those words echoed through my thoughts like a haunting melody, intertwining with my doubts and uncertainties.But the questions persisted, gnawing at my soul, like a relentless storm that refused to subside. Could it be possible that
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The war room's atmosphere had shifted the charged anticipation of a looming duel leaving a tangible tension in its wake."It is settled then," Sergeant Cole’s declaration sliced through the charged silence. "We duel at noon."His words hung in the air like a gauntlet thrown, and the gravity of the impending duel settled upon us all. Noon would be the hour of reckoning, a trial by combat to test my mettle and prove the legends right or wrong.As I nodded in acknowledgment, a storm of emotions raged within me. This duel was not merely a physical confrontation; it was a clash of belief and doubt, a challenge to the very core of my identity as the Lycan Lord of Chaos.The room cleared out and I stood up, feeling the weight of the challenge and the excitement bubble up within me. The anticipation of the impending duel coursed through my veins like a current of electricity, setting my senses on edge. This was what I thrived on—the chaos of battle, the clash of wills, the test of strength.A
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