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The glass wolf followed me now, keeping pace beside me. Then the trees parted—and there stood Ama. She wore a crown of bones and feathers, her eyes black as pitch. Behind her, witches stood like statues, cloaked in night and wind. But it wasn’t the sight of her that made my knees buckle. It was the infant in her arms. A child with white-gold hair. A boy. “My son?” I gasped. Ama grinned. “Come take him… if you dare.” I screamed, lunging forward—

She was mine, and I burned for her. When I met the mages in the courtyard, the air was thick with the smell of the dead. A bonfire burned as bodies were piled up on it. Fintan stood waiting, cloaked in rough cloth, every inch of him scrubbed bare too. Amara handed me a small vial. Inside floated two tiny shapes, one made of straw, the other of bone. “Replicas,” she said. “So she doesn’t sense the void where the real ones should be. With luck, she’ll think you’re still under her web.”

crested the edge of the sky-swamp. It was a standard grunt—eight feet tall, hyper-muscular, with sickly grey skin and glowing purple eyes. It hauled itself over the bark, its jaw slavering as it caught the scent of her fresh blood. It let out a guttural roar, signaling the others, and charged into the knee-deep muck of the suspended bog. Mwajuma didn't run. She stood up, rolling her newly set shoulder, the geometric amber tattoos on her dark skin flaring to life with a steady, pulsing rhythm.

“Uhh… Then let’s wait for the one that’s coming here. If we can’t take good picture of it, you take me to the nearest one.” They waited for around two minutes before Harris nudged Jai from the side. They hide behind a bush and a single bird beast appeared in their view. “That bird is familiar…” Jai whispered. “That’s a Wamutori.” Harris said. “It’s usually hunted for its juicy meat. Almost like the Zuu bird beast. This one’s wild though.” Jai pulled out the Picturesk. “Let’s take it as one of the weaker ones then.” “Oh Wamutori is breed. There’s a farm for it in the north part of the kingdom.”

Then, she thrashes the molded liquid to the struggling humans, killing off the fire fully, and rendering them safe from completely being burnt. "Liza!" cries the three kids as they run to their eldest friend's rescue. She has become weak, evident from the shaky knees battling to stay still. Amira rushes over but a warm grip holds her still. As she turns to see who it is, she gets in contact with a familiar man. 'Gowes?' she utters in her head. He looks like the man from whom they borrow horses when they're on their way to Vormundham. Yet, this man looks as if the old on him has just disappeared.

A low husky voice growled, a hint of warning in it. Marco looked up, and his heart spiked at the sight of the person in front of him. It was him–the same mysterious stranger who had walked into the bar some moments ago. The same man he found captivating and intimidating. Everything about him screams perfection–his pale skin, the curve of his jaw and the way his dark hair falls messily over his forehead. Like a damned Greek god. Antonio’s piercing gaze lingered on him, his eyes narrowed into slits as he struggled to make out Marco’s features despite the dim light.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

he started, “the contraband might take some time to neutralize, especially since no one can nullify its protection spells. Mage Faruq barely started before doubling over in pain.” I looked at where Faruq stood with his sister. Khorasa held his hand, and their dark skin glowed for a brief second, before fading away with a spark. A look of trepidation passed between them. If this is a hard enough task for them, then I’d have to step in. I opened my mouth to speak when a loud noise thundered across the room.

“Where am I?” Thirteen tall, looking figures appeared around her. They were all barely visible through the fog except for their burning red eyes. While they all appeared humanoid, none were entirely human. One had what looked like giant antlers protruding from its skull. Another seemed to have the body of a snake but a human torso and arms. Yet another had a figure similar to that of a centaur. Amerie strained to see more detail but the fog was too thick. The tallest figure, one with four eyes, tilted its head and reached a hand out in her direction. A ringing filled her ears as the air around her thinned. She put a hand on her throat and gasped. Her vision darkened, but just as she could fe

The thing shrieked and disappeared beneath the surface in a spray of black water. “Move!” Fabian hauled Amon up. “Both of you, move!” We stumbled across the rest of the bridge and collapsed on solid ground. My head was spinning. My thoughts felt sluggish, like I was thinking through water. “What was that?” I gasped. “Class C Mesmer.” Miranda was checking Amon’s leg where the thing had grabbed him. The skin was pale and bloodless, with marks that looked like sucker wounds. “You’re lucky Fabian moved fast. Another few seconds and you’d both be in that stream.”