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I sighed again to myself as I walked back to my study. I thought I had the answer before when I found the witch, but it seemed like things would be more difficult than I thought. And it would be for the best if I didn’t think to take over before I secured my immortality. I couldn’t risk the effects of my age catching up to me again, it was a dreadful thing that I needed to avoid no matter what. I sat down at my desk and put a key to my cupboard. After pulling it out, I saw a shiny black book. The book was large and textured with bulging criss-cross shapes.

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

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"It could be a way out." We start moving towards the light, our footsteps echoing in the quiet chamber. As we get closer, the light grows brighter, and we can see that it's coming from a small room at the end of the tunnel. We step into the room and find ourselves surrounded by shelves filled with books and strange artifacts. There's a small table in the center of the room, and on it, there’s a small, glowing orb. "What is that?" Damon asks, stepping closer to the table. "No idea," Hank says, studying the orb.

Without the Immortal Body, the Immortal Emperor was hit by the Flaming Phoenix. Boom! The stars trembled without stopping. Terrifying purple flames devoured everything. Countless stars exploded and turned into ashes. The purple flames raged for a quarter of an hour before gradually dissipating. A figure covered in black smoke rushed out. It was the Immortal Emperor. Everyone gasped. At this moment, the Immortal Emperor was in a sorry state. He was like a roasted pheasant completely charred, emanating black smoke. His clothes were in rags, and his hair was scorched. Blood hung from the corners of his mouth.

Luna left the room and Tyler continued to show me how everything works so I could navigate my way around. "There are some dirty entries in there." Tyler snickered, glancing over at the large, old book in front of me. "What!" I looked up at him. "Like what?" "Flip to page 157." I quickly did, dying of curiosity. As soon as the book was laid open, my hands flew to my mouth and I gasped. "Holy Artemis, it's an illustration of two wolves doing it." I burst out laughing. "Why is that in a medical book?" Then I looked up at him. "Oh my Goddess, and you memorized the page number!"

Dimitri questioned, Ah yes, the seventh. “The Seventh was Lilith, author of this journal and the one who made me immortal, she had the gift of foresight before she became the first vampire. She broke every oath we ever swore, when she made me immortal, I always knew she loved me, but I thought it was as a sister, it wasn’t until the moment she forced the cup to my lips that I realized it was more than that.

Alice grabs the book from me, stuffs it back into the compartment, and closes its door. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me around the shelves and into the main area, with its overstuffed armchairs and desk lamps. And there he is. The most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. Dressed in all black, with longish brown hair, he stalks by, moody, unsmiling, and retreats to a bookcase at the far side of the room. It's like a magnet pulls me away from Alice, away from everything else in the world.

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”