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Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.

Pouring out until there was no blood left. Other uses of blood magic were even more creative. Like the blood bomb, a spell with which a dwarf, blissfully unaware of the spell cast on him, would return to his garrison after a patrol and after a while go berserk and kill everyone in sight. No wonder, that long ago, the dwarves retreated from Zanestor.

"The Council has authorized the 'Sovereign Purge.' They aren't just going to hit the surface, Zora. They’ve activated the 'Gutter-Burners.' They’re going to flood the sub-levels with liquid nitrogen. In two hours, the Hive will be a tomb." "And why are you telling us this?" I asked, stepping in front of Dante. "You’re a Mediator. Your job is to pull the trigger, not warn the target." Kael looked at the black box in his hand. "My job was to protect the Bloodline. But the Bloodline just tried to vaporize half the city. I’m a soldier, not a butcher. And I know something you don't." He turned the box around. It was a projection of the Seventh Sub-Level.

“Ah, Dante. Always so quick to fight. But what if I told you… this isn’t your war anymore?” He lifted a detonator. And pressed the trigger. The chapel ceiling split with a deafening crack. Flames licked the edge of the altar. The escape tunnel collapsed. The only exit sealed. And the First War of Blood and Vows had officially begun.

We kept exchanging attacks with each other incessantly until we were both catching our breath. Hours passed, the sun slowly rose, but it was still full of snow and fog all over the mountain. But the moon didn't disappear even when the sun rose. The war continued and a lot of dead bodies are lying in the snow and blood has dried up. Everybody’s exhausted and yet no one is backing out. How long will this war end? How can I stop this chaos? ‘Alex, use the Hardening Metal Magic Cube to trap the demon, King.’ Willow said, and the others agreed.

And when the bodies disappeared, they found another one. - I've never heard anything like that. This is totally new to me. - Advantages of being my age. – the man says, looking at Julius. - Why aren't there more zombies? Who decimated the species? - They weren't even a species. They don't reproduce. They simply woke up and followed the trolls until they ceased to exist. The species that disappeared many, many years ago was the troll. They were decimated by vampires, because the trolls had fun making zombies invade their nests, and keep saying that the undead needed the company of the living dead. Trolls were idiots and loved mean pranks. Vlad's father had enough and ordered his men to finish

And even if they did manage to teleport, where would teleportation bring them? “Xiyu, do you want to do this?” Dongyue asked as the platform now glittered a deep purple. A round and mystical hole existed on the platform. Hoko identified that this was where the blood should be poured down in the way of a sacrifice. “It’s worth a try. Maybe my blood is worthy. After all, it did unlock Muxue Yan’s bonds.”

Blue lightning danced across her collarbone, tracing the veins in her arms as she poured every ounce of her immortal soul into holding the ceiling of the world from collapsing. But as powerful as she was, Tala knew the elements could only delay a plague born of ancient, sovereign-fed hunger. A wall of water and a trench of stone were physical barriers. The blood-born were anomalies of the deep dark; they didn't breathe, they didn't bleed out, and they didn't tire. "They’re adjusting!" Soren shouted over the deafening, continuous roar of the thunder. He stood right at the edge of the granite precipice, his silver-rimmed eyes locked onto the churning chaos of the ravine below.

across from my shop. "What's that?" Lola shifted forward and grabbed the phone. "Oh my God." "Yeah. Oh my God! What I'm going to do?" "I say, we close the shop and open next week." "I can't do that. I need more money to move soon." "Then what are we going to do? Surely, you don't intend to go into that place this time of the night or any time of the day at all. That's a suicide mission, it's called The Den for a good reason." Lola frowned.

Jeremy muttered, breathing heavily while cleaning off the slime that splashed on his clothes. “Why weren’t we able to kill them?” Neil asked, and I looked down at the gun in his hand. “Because the bullets weren’t made by trolls,” Killian replied to him. I felt relieved that everyone was safe from the demons, but it worried me that the demons were slowly dominating the earth. If they had found their way into the vampire land, then the wolf lands were already in danger. “We should keep moving. We don’t have much time left,” Salvador muttered.