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It almost seemed like they were hiding. Why would they hide? "Look there," The man whetted his finger toward space, and Roman followed it with his eyes. The man was indicating something Roman would call chaos. Inhumane. Skirmishes. It emerged like another planet under the moonlight. "That's where I'm from, young lad." Roman frowned with perplexity. "This is a world of kill or be killed, Rome, a world where only the strongest survive. A world that would be your world by the time you finish reading.. that… book…."

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

The last man standing from the enemy ranks finally pieced it together, his voice shaking as he addressed Howard. "Just figured that out?" Sabertooth scoffed with a contemptuous sneer. The man wasted no time bowing deeply to Howard, his whole body shaking like a leaf. "Please... Master Howard, have mercy... Spare me..." He was scared out of his wits. Howard's reputation had sent shockwaves through The Dark World over a year ago. He never imagined he would come face-to-face with the legend himself. If that last strike was anything to go by, Howard had only gotten stronger—way stronger.

I glanced at the last two chances for forgiveness I was holding onto and finally spoke, "Alright, thanks, professor." Just then, Walter walked in. "Who were you talking to? The professor?" he inquired, curiosity in his eyes. He dropped a bag on the table, the contents hidden from view. I ended the call and faced him, trying to keep my voice even. "Nothing important, just some questions." Walter's frown deepened, his gaze probing. "What kind of questions? It's pretty late for that, isn't it?" I met his gaze, my own brows knitting together. "Just about an experiment, nothing to worry about."

The address was sent to me later by his personal assistant. - It was the perfect place to watch the aurora. It should have been packed, yet only a few people were gathered near the front. "Today's aurora is a once-in-a-century event. Good thing the director loves his wife so much that he booked out the whole place for her!" "Exactly! Otherwise, we'd just be staring at the backs of other people's heads!" I was a little surprised. Jason had always kept work and home separate, so the people at the hospital should not have known who I was. There was even less reason for him to book out a whole place to watch the aurora.

Ishmael said as he looked to the moon. The moon was slow to rise, as if it had been trying to delay the process. Ishmael pointed to the moon, “One it claims it spot in the night, the time will be ripe.” Israel nodded in agreement. “Hezi, come here.” Called Israel. There was some movement that had been herd, and suddenly he appeared. “Hezi, have you and men rest. Once the moon is full, we will ambush and bring back that man.” Hezi stood tall and said “Yes, for tonight will be his last night.” Hezi waved his hand and all the men had gathered around to chime in on what was about to be said.

With all the noise and filth cleared away, my world finally became peaceful again. There was still a long road ahead. The world is big. There's plenty of room out there to make your own way.

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

That's the main reason you should come home " Mrs. Morgan said and Steve sniffled. "C'mon... We've talked about this already. There is still one Werewolf alive...." He couldn't complete his statement when his wife interrupted on the phone. "Oh spare me those crap, Steve. Like seriously? That is total bullshit! You and your crew have been hunting for that last Werewolf for more than five years now and not even a sign of him has been found. Isn't that creepy? How are you even sure he's still alive? Werewolf hardly survives without their families!" Mrs. Morgan is true and convincing.

Logan wasn't the kind of guy who liked to read if nothing was interesting, and one could conclude that the dark green-bound mythological book Logan was reading must have caught his attention. Xander then read the book, the 15th page and the new chapter with the title. 'ILLUSION OF THE MYSTERIOUS', Xander frowned. The chapter tells that there are many mystics on earth, humans also do not live alone. Many creatures unknown to humans live together on planet earth. Likewise with the different strengths of every creature on this earth. Some of the aliens are strong, they can even create illusions. It's as if we've experienced it before. But in fact we are still in a few minutes before the inciden