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And in that moment, his strength dies with her. “Fuck!” Sunny screams, racing to Liam’s side. But before he can reach him, the Hollowborn sinks its fangs into Liam’s arm and rips it off. Liam’s scream tears through the chaos, raw and agonizing. Poison floods his veins, spreading wildly. Sunny grabs the creature by the neck, squeezing with all his might, enough to snap bone. But the Hollowborn only laughs, a guttural, mocking sound, like it’s being tickled.

Hollow Choir (chorus): “Celeste Valentina Morau. Ten pieces. We only need one more face tonight.” The bloodstone on my forehead burns cold. Crown HUD (crimson, screaming): THREAT LEVEL: OBSIDIAN HOLLOW CHOIR – 12 ACTIVE VESSELS Primary target: Celeste Morau Secondary targets: All witnesses Remy steps in front of me, dagger glowing hellebore-purple. Remy (growling): “Over my dead body.” The Choir smiles with twelve stolen mouths. Choir: “That can be arranged.”

Oli nodded and didn't wait for her as he began sprinting toward the hollow. The hollow was still the same when the two siblings made it home, both out of breath from their run. "Home sweet home." Kate said as she regained her breath. "Yeah, it still smells the same. Nothing is out of place. It's as if we never left." Oli said. The silence grew between the two before Oli made the decision to head into the hollow. Kate watched her brother descend into their home. Kate took one last look around their hollow before following her brother down and into their home. "I hope the wolves keep to their promise of leaving us alone." Oli said while fluffing up his fur and curling up in a nest of dried mos

++++ His name was Hollowscar, a highly skilled assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild. Hollowscar, who was 40 years old, had a 9-Star badge on the first floor of the fortress, making him one of the most experienced assassins. His evil nature that loved killing humans made him a good fit as an assassin in the Clean Gorgon Guild, where his job was a pleasure in itself. In one row, two or three islands were surpassed. In one go, she earned enough Hellstone pay, and her forbidden hobby of killing could be mercilessly fulfilled. With a tall build, red hair, and a misleadingly friendly face, his Combat Power status is:

She stood taller than her fear, the Hollow’s power flowing through her veins. “I didn’t.” The reflection snarled. “Then I’ll unmake you myself.” The Hollow trembled. The spiral buckled and reformed, shards of memory rising and falling like breath. Old voices whispered at the edges, bearing witness. Spirals shattered. The reflection raised one hand—and every shard of every memory in the Hollow rose like blades. Images flickered in their surfaces: childhood laughter, grief, triumph, all weaponized now, spinning in a storm around them.

CHAPTER SIXTY NINE ALPHA AIDEN'S POV : "That's a good start, so how do we get them out and kill the Hollow?" I asked her. "There's only one way to defeat the Hollow, is to get the blood of a powerful descendant, if we could get it, I know a spell that I'll add it too that will kill the Hollow forever" she explained. "But how do we get it now?" I questioned. We have a start and we had no start at all, so complicated.

When our hands found each other, the two marks flared so bright that everything around us turned white. We didn’t think. We just moved, two halves of one instinct. Kael’s power surged first, raw and primal. His Alpha strength rippled through the ground, breaking the altar stones. My power followed, the Hollow’s magic twisting through my blood, bright and hot like wildfire. We moved together, with every motion mirrored and our power crossing in a spiral of gold and red. The Hollow screamed. The sound was so unbearable, ancient, full of rage and something like grief. “You can’t destroy what you are,” it roared.

The hollow shrieked, edges flaring violently, tendrils striking unpredictably, but the lattice held, chaotic yet coherent. The ally from the crevice moved forward, releasing a surge of stabilizing energy that intertwined with the twin currents. “It will test you in ways you cannot foresee,” the figure said quietly. “The hollow is older than anything you have faced. Its hunger is intelligence and instinct combined. It will try to break you, physically, mentally, spiritually.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Then we stand. We adapt. Together.”

Just for a fraction of a second. And in that second— Its power surged. Not outward. Inward. Drawing. Feeding. Its body expanded, muscles tightening, limbs elongating as something dark and unseen pulled energy from the very presence around it. From them. From both Alphas. The High Circle observer’s voice snapped, desperate now. “Pull back! You’re making it stronger!” But timing had already slipped beyond reach. The Hollow moved again. Faster. Heavier. Its strike slammed into Kael before he could adjust, the force of it launching him backward into a tree with a crack that echoed through the forest.

"If a soul core starts cracking, that's when we're at our most vulnerable. You, even in your current so-called 'weak' state, could kill us if you hit at the right moment." Weak? Felix gave a half-smile—he could not really argue with that. But now it all made sense. Zara really was their natural counter. Still, there was one major catch. If S-tier Phantoms did not attack and did not defend and just ran, then even someone as powerful as Zara would not be able to catch them. That was the one flaw in this entire advantage. Just as Felix was starting to feel a little smug, Donna threw cold water all over him. "Don't get too excited just yet. Remember when I said the world's about to change? Well…