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Alvera says, brushing past both of us and setting the old book down on the table with a heavy thud. “I’ve got it covered. According to the instructions in here,” she flips through the pages, the paper yellowed and brittle, “we need the rune’s activation script, a symbol decoder, and a clean surface for her to place her palm. Oh, and focus. Lots of focus.” “Focus,” Ryder repeats, raising an eyebrow. “Is that written in the book, or are you just making stuff up?” “Do you want to do this, or do you want to keep running your mouth?” Alvera shoots back, her tone sharp.

"You'd better watch your attitude, or else—" "Or else what?" A chill hung in the air, freezing everything in place. Out of the blue, the system announced excitedly, "His affection level just shifted! -10%! -7%! -4%! Your progress is now 30%! Nice work, Emma! We're about to get rich!" A soft chuckle escaped me. Reaching into the depths of the drawer, I grabbed a copy of "A Complete Guide to Physical Intimacy" and hurled it onto the table.

“The Heart. If I can figure out how to control it, maybe we stand a chance against Lilith.” Alaric nodded, his gaze falling to the book in her hands. “That’s a dangerous path you’re walking.” “I don’t have a choice,” she said. “If there’s a chance this can help, I have to take it.” Alaric hesitated, then reached out to gently take the book from her. He flipped through its pages, his brow furrowing. “This text… it’s old. Very old. And if I’m not mistaken, it’s tied to the Heart.”

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.

Cole replied in frustration. “I’m sorry your uncle’s a lunatic,” Matty said sarcastically. “What else do you know?” I snapped. “I heard my uncle talking to the vampire princess. I think they’re planning to make a move soon,” he replied. “Well, that’s helpful,” I said sarcastically. That was probably the vaguest reply he could have given. We fucking know they’re planning shit. We need details, not useless information like that. “I’m fucking answering your questions, ALPHA Rider. I can make shit up if that’s what you want,” he snapped back. Once again, emphasizing the word alpha. Who the fuck does this prick think he is talking back to me? I was about to fucking lose it when Sophia cut in.

The System began scanning the rows of scrolls and books, its internal mechanisms whirring as it processed the vast amount of information. After a moment, the System’s interface lit up, and a small holographic display appeared, pointing to a particular book on a high shelf. Danial’s eyes followed the display, landing on a tome with a cover adorned with intricate silver patterns. The title, written in elegant script, was "Ethereal Barrier Technique." With renewed hope, Danial carefully retrieved the book from the shelf. The cover felt cool to the touch, and the weight of the book suggested the depth of knowledge contained within. He opened it, revealing detailed illustrations and explanations

“And it ends today.” He turns to the remaining Council guards. Ten of them. Swords out but hesitating. Because they saw Cleric move. They saw me not stop. “Bring me the Accord,” Alaric says. “The original. Now.” They run. They bring it. Big. Bound in iron. Council seal on the cover, wax cracked with age. Twenty years old. Written in Vincent’s handwriting, signed in Tormund’s. “Clause 3, Section 9,” Tormund says, desperate now. “Read it. Go on. Read it out loud. See that I’m right.”

"Now, give me your hand with your palms open upwards." Arth did what she had said. A sudden chill ran through his body when Alice’s soft hand touched his. It was his first time to hold hands with a girl. To hide the awkwardness, he bit his lower lip and looked away from her. "Let's start with the basics," Alice said, not noticing his reaction. "I want you to create a small ice cube on your palm." "Uh ... how exactly?" Arth asked. "Close your eyes. Can you feel your alar within you? It’s the second pulse you feel, flowing through your entire body."

Lord Ander’s face showed a slight change in hearing Arth’s name, then his side lip rose, “That explains the familiar alar … but how truly disappointing to see how the bloodline has grown weak over hundreds of years. You might have your sword, but your spirit is asleep.” “My spirit is awake,” Arth pointed his sword towards the demon and cast, “Potentia augendae …” The strings of alar seeped into the ice swords, causing their forms to glow brighter. Arth had learned it from Elicantris … alar could be used for a wide range of spell enhancements, and so he had tried enhancing his ice materialization. It worked.