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Esther's voice chirps in. "The world of illusions reapers, the great world of fantasy, and the canyon of death. El mundo de la ilusión de los recuentos, el gran mundo del espejo y el cañón de la muerte. Surge y sostuvo mis llamadas. " I heard the familiar voice chanting in an unknown language. "You are doomed, Rey Reed Smith." General Zod's voice concluded, followed by a great earthquake which shook the whole building to its hinges. Gradually, the room started shifting into another place.

"Can we still go back to the way we used to be tomorrow? I hope you don't send me away first. I haven't been there yet. Can we still go back to the way things used to be, right?" "Cam stop talking. Please don't say goodbye. I'll forget this day, just don't leave." He came over and hugged me ..... And I can't stop my tears from falling. Why I was born to be like this? An orphan, poor, and nothing. Born to suffer in this world. Lived nothing to be proud of. Born to be miserable the whole life. Born to be strong on my own. Born to believe that life is not that cruel, well, life is not cruel, the world is. Why am I still alive?

The only piece she hadn't let go. The forest whispered her name. Not the one given by the Goddess. The one forged in fire exile. Rogue Traitor's spawn. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she remembered what it felt like to belong. The warmth of her mother. Her father's laugh. The certainty that she would one day lead the people. But the world didn't want a queen forged in ruin. They wanted a weapon. And Aria Ashborne was ready to become one. Ready to give back whatever the world gives her when she's not ready.

Pathetic! I tried to push myself up again, but my arms trembled and gave out. I hit the ground with a dull thud, breath leaving my lungs. So, this is how I would die? Flad on my back, without even putting up a fight. What a joke. If I had known it would end like this, I would have let the fire take me. he watched me for a moment, unreadable. Then he moved. Before I could react, he bent down and lifted me as if I weight nothing. The world tilted, and suddenly I was slung over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack.

Thank you for staying with them through the dark moments - the murders, the conspiracies, the experiments, the coma - and celebrating with them during the beautiful moments. When I started writing "In His World," I wanted to tell a story about two broken people who found each other in the most unlikely circumstances and chose to build something real together. I wanted to explore what happens when a contract marriage becomes actual love, when desperation becomes hope, when strangers become soulmates. Elena and Adrian's story is about choice. They weren't destined to fall in love - they chose it. Every single day for twenty-three years, they woke up and chose each other. Through danger and pea

Just once. “Let the world burn.”

It made me realize that being born to this world was both a blessing and a curse. to be continued

And when the world comes back— It breathes. Not broken. Not whole. But alive. And for the first time since this began— That feels like enough.

the computer-like voice said from nowhere. "What are you talking about?" I didn't sign up for this? right? "Remember the last moment before you died?" I can't help but raise my eyebrow. "Oh? So, I indeed died?" It didn't need to clarify that fact, it just unconsciously confirmed my question Intelligence Entity: "..." "I'm dead, right?" As far as I remember, I died. "Not really. Your body is dead together with your world but your soul is very much alive." I remain alert as I asked again, "Why did you call me like that? Host letter-number thingy?" Is it a thing now? Calling someone strange names?