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The battle lasted for roughly two and a half hours. I ended the fierce duel using one, final slash with all the strength left in my body. I managed to cut the Serpent’s head into half as green liquid that seems to be the its blood spurted all throughout the town. Finally, the battle is over. The monster has been annihilated.

The mare had no training for what he was about to ask of her and he prayed for help from above while he fought back panic and he buried his face in her strong neck. The mare impatiently worked the ground and tossed her head, as if to say, ‘get on with it’. Dennis took a deep breath and slowly felt his way down into the depths of the well. The jagged edges made an easy grip for him as he inched his way deeper into the bowels of black. It was dark, foul smelling, and full of decay. A soft warm breeze floated past him, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. The refreshing difference provided a boost of energy and optimism as he preceded downward, calling for Tara as he did.

"That sounds fascinating, Dexter. Da Vinci's life was truly remarkable." Phoenix chortles. "As for me, I'm drawn to science fiction and fantasy. 'Dune' by Frank Herbert is a novel I revisit often. The intricate world-building and philosophical themes make it a compelling read." Astrid swirls her drink thoughtfully. "Favorite hobbies or pastimes?" "I'm all for that. Star, why don't you kick us off again?" Astrid chuckles. "Well, I love painting. It's my way of unwinding and expressing myself creatively."

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Leaning against my desk with my arms crossed, I ask, "What did your old bedroom look like?" "Even messier than yours," Lennox replies, flipping through a hefty graphic novel titled Duncan the Wonder Dog by Adam Hines, one of my favorites. "Nirvana and Blink 182 posters covering the walls, only school books scattered around, an expensive surround sound system, and a punching bag." He rotates the novel vertically as he flips through the panels. "In short, I was cooler than you." I manage an irritated smile. "It's like you're intentionally trying to get kicked out of my bedroom or something."

The wolves ahead of him began to peel off into smaller groups, moving up tracks worn in the sand dunes. Reid followed two large wolves, one silver and the other tawny, Vincent, and Claud, as they moved away from the wet-firm sand to where it became as fine as dust and slipped out from under their feet, slowing their pace. Thorny branches caught at his coat as they crossed the dunes into the wild scrub that sheltered behind them, pulling out loose hair. He ignored it as the scent of rabbit filled his nostrils.

Jason’s fur stood on end, and with a menacing growl, the earth shook, and a barrage of stones launched at Dane. In the wind, I could smell reinforcements. Holy shit, I can smell again! Dane whimpered as he crumbled to the ground bleeding from multiple wounds. Jason wasn’t taking any chances. Digging his claws into the ground with a low growl, the earth shook again, this time rising around Dane, creating a stone cage.

"Then I finish what I started before they figure out anything more than they already have." Sienna studied me for a second over the rim of her own mug, the kind of look she'd been giving me, equal parts worry and something close to pride, like she couldn't quite decide which one to lead with. "There's still one you haven't actually talked to," she said. "Properly, I mean. Not through a gallery door." Dreylen. I hadn't told her about the gallery. I hadn't told anyone about the gallery, about standing three feet from a canvas he'd painted, listening to him tell some woman in cream that a mistake left uncorrected was sometimes more honest than whatever he'd meant to paint in the first place.

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At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

But the soldiers going for Gwen are quickly intercepted by the other soldiers. Scanning the room, I see Daniel and Neron fighting alongside many soldiers. His body becomes encased in icy blue flames as takes out many men crowding him. I watch in amazement as Daniel expertly uses his powers as a half dragon, sending blazing blue flames at his enemies. Neron fights side by side with Daniel, sword in hand he kills many while also shouting orders to soldiers in an expert manner. I had always sword fights were supposed to bring a sense of chivalry and fairness, yet that is the stuff of bard's tales and legends. Here in this room, there are no gentlemen, only long knives beneath the heavens.

One half fell to the ground, the lower half quickly scurried into the sands. The company was still in shock when dozens of sandworms attacked together. Xiao Chen focused his attention and chanted incantations. The Unsullied Sword turned into thousands of long brilliant radiances, making whizzing noises. Blood seemed to rain. These mutant worms had been completely destroyed by the sword radiances. The newly emerging sandworms no longer dared to come forward. They slinked back like the tide, just the same way as they had arrived.

I can only conclude because this is not written in the diary either. "Does Duna actually know what a diary is?" I complained. After storing the ID Card and mercenary ID in the drawer, I took some packets of cookies from the cupboard and read the diary again. If I look again, the first few pages have been torn. Maybe Duna used to write a diary, but suddenly made this book into a notebook. Starting from the Xenobeast category, mercenary system, base system, to how to use guns and laser swords. January 27, 3043

Dust began to rise again and with it were the fallen stones and bricks which had come loose when the hotel collapsed. I raised my hands to my face to protect myself from the stinging sands. It was blinding. The wind began to circulate, forming a whirlwind that moved everything in a circle. I felt Kayla's hands around me to protect from whatever sharp objects may be flying in the wind. I felt her cold breath against my cheek. "What the hell is she doing?" She whispered. Phoenix was also trying to protect herself. She reached out her hands and made a shield of fire to protect me and Kayla.

He grasped my hand in return, turning to pull me completely into his embrace. So close that our breaths mingled. "Dylan, let's never be apart." He nuzzled my hair, his voice choked with emotion. "It's a promise." — When I saw Jeffery again, Dylan and I had just finished grocery shopping. Under the dim lights of the parking lot, Jeffery called out to me. His face was pale, and the cigarette butt fell from his fingers. It burned his hand, but he showed no reaction. In all the time I'd known him, I'd never seen him look so disheveled.

The Red Dunes bled. Beneath the rust-colored sky, the great sandstone gates of Iskhar yawned open. Heat shimmered off the ground like ghosts, and bone towers twisted toward the clouds, each one carved from the remains of wars long buried. Spears lined the paths. Skulls crowned the watchtowers. And in the air, thick and hot, hung the scent of flame-tempered oil and old prayers. This was the Dustborn Court. And it did not kneel.

Elaina’s breath caught as he pulled out a thick, aged book bound in dark leather, its surface etched with faded symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly even in the low light. Her heart skipped. “No,” she breathed. “Yes,” Jone said, eyes twinkling. “I call it the dragon compendium. I think you music tunes you speak of is in it… the one you’ve been missing.” Elaina stared at it, stunned. “How… how do you have that?” The book looked exactly like the one they had left behind in the palace… only a little rough due to previous handling. She almost thought it was the same one but she remembered Drake had most warriors were given to book to study from.

The treeline was quiet now, the crackle of dying fire and the scent of scorched earth the only witnesses to what had just happened. Dane crouched low, golden fur matted, blood streaked across his muzzle and claws, but his eyes burned brighter than ever. He wasn’t beaten—far from it. He had survived, and more importantly, he had seen.

The shockwave hits the dome. It holds. Barely. Alistair collapses. “Done. It’s done. They won’t fire again. Not without confirmation.” I look at the jets. They bank. East. Retreating. For now. I let go. The vine dome unravels. Falls. Turns to gold dust. Rains on Duskbane. Silence. Then sound. All of it. Wolves howling. Kids crying. Thorns shouting. And the pack. They don’t cheer.

I heard Alex, “We’re here.” Dune asked, “What made you think that whole tornado thing was a good idea?” I stood up fast and tried to hide the dizziness, “I will do whatever it takes to keep you away from me.” Dune laughed, “You really think this will do that? I have been holding back, because I care about you. But now, you’ve pissed me off. I will not let you leave here and you will be marked and mated tonight.” He jumped after me and I found the dagger that I had pulled out of my leg. As he landed on top of me, I put the dagger on my chest, pointing up, too late for him to change direction. The look of panic on his face was priceless. While the impact knocked the breath out of me, I quickly recovered and pushed him off of me. I jumped off the bed, trying to keep the weight off my leg, and watched him closely. He groaned and there was a pounding on the door. I heard an unfamiliar voice from the other side, “What have you done to my son?” I linked my family, “You need to do something fast. Dune’s dad is about to knock the door down, Dune is alive and I’m injured. I don’t know if I can do this.”