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Then, Artemis appeared right behind Ares and the goddess gasped as Ares knelt clutching her chest, until the next second she could see the god of war vomiting blood. The gleaming golden scepter in Morgan's hand caught Artemis' attention as it arrived on the battlefield. Even with Ares who never left his sight. The goddess trembled, Morgan who had always been an invisible god and did not want to be seen by anyone stood not far from Ares who looked like he was dying. She stood straight with her blue hair blowing in the wind, Artemis felt the wind so strange that it pricked her skin. Just ahead, Artemis could see Morgan's stature, which was more gallant and noble than any god. His straight eyeb

“Stand up. You made my pants dirty, you hideous monster.” Arthur was just like a poor child, he did whatever Marcus said and did not dare to argue or hesitate. Tall figure standing up, compared to Marcus about 5'11 tall, Arthur must be 5'18 or even approximately 5'19. With his outstanding height, strong and muscular muscles, his tremendous strength beyond ordinary people, his bloodthirsty, aggressive and dangerous nature, and his unrecognizable appearance as a normal person. Arthur was identical to the werewolf images recorded in ancient books.

"What… exactly are you two doing?" At the sound of my voice, Morgan's defiance instantly faltered, though his tail snapped straight up behind him. With a reluctant rip of fabric, he finally yanked his shirt off, voice tight with resentment. "Fine. Let's just get this over with." Unlike Eli, Morgan's build was obvious even through clothing. Shirtless, his sculpted, bronze-toned body radiated raw, masculine power—every muscle sharp and solid. Raw power… for what, exactly? I was completely lost.

While the sand mixed with his flesh and the worms, insects were falling from his mouth. I am silently looking at him because I don’t know what to say. When a half lion and half-snake appeared. The body is like a snake and the head is like a lion. It roared so loud like thunder and it pulled the chain that made the man cry hard. His remaining flesh scattered on the floor and his bones were almost broken. “Are you done?”The beast asked and smacked his head on a big steel plate that made his skull weak. I heard it was broken so I closed my eyes because I don’t want to see what happened to him.

said the burly man. After being invited, Zean and Edward simply walked into the classical room filled with antique ornaments. Displays of various animal heads were attached to some parts of the walls. "You were looking for me?" a hoarse voice echoed and sounded so heavy. A man emerged from the darkness. A man with a burly body and muscles around his arms. His eyes were wide open, staring intently at Zean and Edward. Half of his face seemed to be covered in tattoos. "That's enough! Let's not be creepy here. How are you Morgan?" said Zean, breaking the ice.

Morgana helped her up as they both watched in shock and concern as Alarick convulsed on the ground. Finally, his body went still and he lay there, breathing heavily. Morgana and Leanda approached him cautiously, not sure if he was still a danger to them. But as they got closer, they saw that his eyes were closed and he looked peaceful, as if he were asleep. Morgana examined him and saw that his body was covered in sweat and his skin was hot to the touch. She knew that he needed medical attention, but they were still deep in the forest and had no means of getting help.

He was also very mischievous and always had this creepy smile on his face. Charles Morgan was general Number two, he was a cyborg just like me, the only difference was that his heart and brain weren't mechanical but the rest of his body was. While I was mechanical in some parts of my body but not all. He was ruthless and sick in the head, he once painted his house with the blood of his victims...that was how insane he was!

Toby—the boy who thought he was a player—shrank back, his headset falling to the floor. The man who had stepped out of the monitor was not a ghost. He was the Real Thorne. He was the biological original of the "Arthur" and "Leo" templates, a man who looked to be in his late fifties, his silver hair groomed with a precision that bordered on the divine.

-00- Blakely could hardly believe what she saw the first time she stepped into Arthur's treatment room. On top of the gurney lay Arthur's frail body, which was very thin. He was breathing assisted by a tube. His cheeks are very thin. The dark circles under his eyes made him look even more pathetic. And hands that were just skin wrapped around bones made Blakely's heart break even more. She had never seen Arthur so skinny. In just a short time all the fitness and cheerfulness that the boy had had been drained away until now he looked like a zombie. “Blakely… Oh, thank goodness you came.”