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London “Hayes, they have nothing to do with this!” Fuyu yelled at him. Nayeli stared between the two of us, taking a battle stance as he peered at Blaire. He growled at Blaire, but she didn't seem the least bothered; her ghostly eyes remained on a troubled Fuyu, nailing him with soul-penetrating eyes. “I'm guessing my message has yet to get passed across to you," she said. “What message?” Fuyu gritted.

S) Now that's something that I wanted, I know a lot of skills from the movies and anime, knowing that it can be made into reality honestly make excited. I have one specific skill/technique that I've been dreaming to do,The Thousand Cherry Blossoms that Kuchiki Byakuya from Bleach anime does. I wanted that technique, following T.A.S said initially, I tried to immersed myself in materializing that moves by recollecting everything in that anime scene where it's including every scene that the technique were used. {DING! NEW SKILL HAS BEEN CREATED!.}. (T.A.S)

She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it, she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll neither sleep nor rest until you all are dead!!”

The floor was damp with something that might’ve been blood, but it could’ve just as easily been filth. His heart pounded in his chest. Panic set in, as he found himself face-to-face with something he couldn’t comprehend. A figure, towering above him. Its skin a deep crimson, the color of blood but somehow alive in a way Leroy had never seen before. Eyes like molten gold, glowing bright in the dark. And then the creature did something that made Leroy's blood run cold: a slap, swift and effortless, sending him crashing into the wall. When his vision cleared, Leroy had no doubt. He was staring at an Albanama.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

“Just... be here. With me.” I pull him closer, the water mingling with the blood and tears as they wash away. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly, as if afraid to let go. We stand there, under the spray of the shower, clinging to each other, finding solace in our shared pain. “I hate this,” I say softly. “I hate that you have to go through this. That you have to fight and bleed to keep us safe.” Nero pulls me close to him, resting his forehead against mine. “It’s part of the job, Camellia. But knowing you’re here, waiting for me... it makes it worth it.”

Natalia snapped. She vaulted over Marcus’s shoulder, using his shield as a launching pad. Mid-air, she spun, her silver energy blade humming a high-frequency death note. She brought the blade down in a brutal, sweeping arc, cleaving through the neck of the monster Marcus had just deflected. The creature's head—solid, crystallized obsidian—thudded loudly onto the marble, its body dissolving into a puddle of inert black sludge. But for every beast that fell, three more stepped out from the shadows of the drainage alcoves.