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I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

Chapter 29: The Last Stand Alpha Callum’s POV The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood as I stood on the battlefield, my mind racing, my body burning from the brutal fight. My pack was scattered around me, fighting with every ounce of strength they had left. The rogues were relentless, overwhelming in their numbers, and despite our best efforts, we were losing ground. The chaos of battle swirled around me—shouting warriors, the clash of metal, and the earth beneath me shaking with each strike.

The creature howled in pain, but it remained determined, its strength seemingly inexhaustible. Damas his eyes ablaze with sorcerous power, chanted incantations that echoed through the battlefield. Arcane energy crackled around him as he unleashed spells designed to weaken the creature. But it proved resistant, shrugging off the sorcery with an eerie resilience. The battle raged on, the clash of steel, the crackle of magic, and the roars of the creature creating a cacophony of chaos. Blood stained the floors, scars marred the walls, and the air was thick with the stench of sweat and desperation.

The royal family including their army was forced to withdraw when the scale of battle tipped towards the favor of their enemy. The royals were unprepared and Adolf's forces have everything planned from the very beginning. Furthermore, this was not only a battle between humans. This is becoming a war of realms colliding and the abyss uprising under the ancient bloodline that once fell. Many have happened during Mayari's slumber, Elves has sensed the unease of nature and had come to conclude that a malevolent energy is gradually spreading from the enemy's nest.

But as the first wave of chimeras surged forward and Rex raised his sword bathed in golden light, unleashing a blinding arc of golden energy that scythed through the creatures like a blade through silk, their doubt transformed into awe. The battle erupted in earnest. Dilo charged forward, her massive sword cleaving through chitinous armor with brutal efficiency. Grub darted between larger opponents, his daggers finding vulnerable joints with unerring precision. Cassius's barrier expanded, creating a protective dome around a group of wounded soldiers as Karinna tended to their injuries, her healing magic glowing with soft blue light.

A lot of pages with different magic cercles with weird comments like : Fail Something needed Blood sacrifice Dragon skull Émotions Sadness Suffering The last page chocked AHMET it was a drawing of a crown 👑 it's exactly the same crown on his hand. And the last sentence written is : If you find my book please search for the truth. What happen to us what changed us and why. AHMET thought 💭 {this book is more detailed maybe because this hero have animal instinct as he said and maybe he is the only one who resisted such a powerful control technique like that but in the end he didn't manage to resist 100%, maybe the last book will give us more details}. AHMET decided to move with his army towar

Chapter: 22 ****** Azazel's voice trembled with determination as the heavy weight of his decision settled upon him. He knew that this battle fought against his own flesh and blood, would shape the very destiny of their world. There could be no turning back now. The battlefield was a desolate wasteland where darkness and despair reigned. The once lush and vibrant landscape had been marred by the violence of countless battles. The air crackled with tension, and an unnerving stillness hung heavy in the air. A single figure stood at the far end of the desolate clearing, arms crossed over his chest. The man's eyes were cold, but they shone like twin stars in the night. His lips curled into a snee

A few books from the period of enchantment portrayed that there were other planar universes and they were additionally circle like articles that were suspended in the unfilled drained of space. On the off chance that the guides precisely portrayed the Grindia Continent, the legends about the magi more likely than not been valid; there was essentially not an obvious reason. Assuming that were the situation, that implied that the civic establishments on the landmass developed in a straight way that extraordinarily depended on a singular's preparation in enchantment followed by Battle Force, not at all like the civilizations in his past life which sought after progressions in science and innova

The ground shook from the fierce battle happening in the muddy fields. Aelin moved quickly like a knife in a storm. Her sword shone with her strong spirit. With every swing, she faced an old enemy: monsters with twisted shapes. Their armor clung to their decaying bodies, and their eyes glimmered faintly like the light from forgotten gods. Her magic pulsed under her skin. It grew stronger like a wave, and she struggled to keep it under control. Cassian battled by her side, keeping his shield strong against the enemy's strikes as he skillfully swung his sword. He issued commands swiftly and firmly, and everyone followed them with weary but consistent willingness. He moved like a man possessed,