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The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

She closed her eyes and began meditating, trying to heal herself using her ability. Miles away from them, everyone from Agila and Red Dragon noticed the anomaly. The fluctuation of combatting energies woke up everyone. “Is it a challenger and a monarch fighting?” Twilight asked, kneading her aching head. “Must be. If not, who can have such powerful energy? Anyway, if the current monarch is defeated, it'll be favorable for us. A new monarch won't be as strong as a regular monarch.” Gracea pulled out a cigarette from who knows where and lit it, something she always does when she's uncomfortable or in a bad mood.

Several druid portals burst open simultaneously, releasing a basilisk as huge as two horses, a griffon that was roaring ferociously, three wyverns and two swamp hydras. Simultaneously with the druid magic, the obedient Dark was woven into several invocations, capable of striking, filling the enemy’s nostrils with the dense fog of death, tearing his lungs apart and slicing his skin off. Twilight magic could be deadly. Except not for the Undead King.

“It won’t hurt her, will it? I mean, is it not the kind of spell that would require a sacrifice?” Serena laughed. “Oh this is sweet. You’re just too sweet like your father. But what you’re talking about is dark magic. The Chalice is made out of pure light magic that it is only granted to royal tamers. They have pure souls, that is why familiars like Custard are born when they come to this world.” “I think you must have mistaken pure for naivety.” Ace commented. “Hey! This is my moment. Stop embarrassing me.” I glared at him before turning back to Serena. “So what do I have to do?” I asked.

Half of the objects looked so sharp and unhinged I couldn't even name them. Kyle stood up, his massive frame towering over me like a dark god, his tailored shirt completely open to reveal his solid, tattooed chest. He looked down at me, his gaze entirely predatory. "Raise your arms, Aura," he ordered, his gravelly baritone leaving absolutely zero room for negotiation.

I expand my aura, at the same time as my claws grow and slash the palm of my hand, causing blood to flow. "I, Ghost Wyvern, descendant of the ancient dragons and son of Selene, with Klaus Brandr, challenge Hoff Altman and his Lycan Gollum to a duel to the death for the title of Sovereign of the Lycan race." This is a sentence full of power, something that anyone who wants the title can speak. So I see a silver glow appear on the ground, forming a circle, leaving just me and Hoff inside. Several howls follow, from both sides, those who are still loyal to me against those who are on Hoff's side.

Dissipating the artificial darkness with my magic in the process. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop creating these cocoons? Nobody here is going to hurt you anymore" "Gruuu..." Twilight tends to create spaces with shadows so she can ambush anyone when needed, it´s part of her instincts as drake. I was told that this ability was something new, probably caused by our meeting and contact with mana. Acting obedient, the drake intertwined her hands as his powerful legs bent to sit on the hay and began the banquet.

She joined Dakota and the team, the combined strength of their powers now intensified by the shimmering light of her angelic heritage. With renewed vigor, they confronted Shadowmaster, their movements fluid and coordinated. The battle that ensued was fierce and unyielding. Shadows clashed with fire, darkness met with the force of some most powerful wolves and the earth trembled beneath their struggle. But in the heart of the chaos, it was Claire's luminous power that shone brightest. Her ability to light the darkness became a beacon of hope, guiding her allies toward victory. The intensity of her angelic radiance intensified with each passing moment, pushing back the encroaching shadows.

the Rank 10 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race said coldly. The strength of an Ancestor Ranked Dark Race was equivalent to a Surpasser. Naturally, the Rank 10 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race was the strongest Dark Race present. Tucker was a Rank 1 Chosen Celestial Being, and thus, his realm was much higher than the Dark Race’s. However, it would be a little difficult for him to handle tens of Rank 10 Ancestor Ranked Dark Races at once. As for Seamus and Levi, their realms were much lower.