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“Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.” “That must be tough,” Chloe commented. “Yes, it is tough,” Harold affirmed. He looked up at her. “We have Geography in Citadel K. Do you know where it is?” “Yeah, it's on the floor above this,” Chloe replied. “Why is K upstairs while the others are down here?” Harold asked. “I wish I could answer that but I don't know why, too.” The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was.

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

Matilda stood up and looked at the star pillar through the window behind her. "I just hope Isuzu is ready to take it all." Then, somewhere in the northern parts of Terra Australis, a lady stood alone in a structure surrounded by sharp crystalline pillars. It was a tall lady with long hair and brown eyes, Octavia. Letting the cold air brush through her hair she stood still, emotionless, thinking about something, something important to her. She heard whisperers in her head as she dug through her memories that played back over and over again. She clenched her fist, tensed herself up as she continued to recall her memories.

I say to her when she shrieks at me and I chuckle at her as I turn and walk away, but stop when I see Gaia point at Bethany. “Oh, I thought you would have learnt your lesson last time. Human. Such a pity. Your soul and those who have followed you will feed my gate. The monsters are ravenous for your corrupted souls.” She chuckles as she turns, flicking her blonde ponytail behind her as she cat walks towards me and I shake my head at her. “Oh, I forgot. Bethany. Why don’t you tell your good friend Sephone what happened to Shanti? I bet she is dying to know the truth.” Her eyes flash a bright red and I turn to look at Sephone, who blinks and looks at Bethany.

Soon she was at her destination, it was an underground library, with more books than the one upstairs. "Vincula." She whispered in Latin, books came off the shelf going to her, gracefully. Lilith took them from the sky, placing them on the table in front of her. They were in Latin, luckily. Looking over them she found, the book, that could explain everything. She opened it and began reading. Bonds: Celestial & Demonic By: Omar Bernard -

[Zeve’s POV] I teleported near the seashores of Phantoria. After spending so much mana on the crater that was the farthest, I could teleport myself. The pitch black sand finely spread all around me, with the dark blue waves spreading white foam on the black shore like white paint that ultimately went back to the sea, seeping through the fine black grain of sand. There were huge rocky terrains beyond the shores. “I wanted to teleport in Uhnim…” I sighed, breathing out fog from my lips. As expected, Phantoria was freezing cold.

Atlantis, without the power of the crystal, will lose the battle. Milo's wingly, realizing the lost of her power, was suddenly in frenzy too. "Gaylia, steady girl!" he commanded helplessly. As soon as an enemy warpod came chasing after them, Gaylia darted away fast with all its might. She was out of control and Milo had to hang on like a ragged doll. Gaylia is reputed to be one of the fastest flying wingly in all of Atlantis so Milo surmise that at the speed she's engaged in flying scared, they would go beyond the island's sky boundaries in no time, which they certainly did.

​The private island of Ilha de Prata was a jagged tooth of white sand and volcanic rock rising out of the turquoise expanse of the Indian Ocean. It was a place that didn't exist on any commercial map, a sovereign sanctuary Sierra had purchased under a shell company when she first realized that the world would never stop hunting her children. Here, the air was free of the metallic hum of the Spire and the suffocating scent of the Northern Alliance. It smelled only of salt, sun-drenched hibiscus, and the deep, terrifyingly quiet pulse of the sea.

A moment passed and my sudden gasp echoed all round the realm as I tilted my head towards the opposite direction "What the fuck!!!!" I yelled my lungs out, my eyes almost popping out of their Sockets as they stared at the sight that stood a few feets from me. Atlantis may be the most amazing place I have ever seen but the never Region was..... was the most perfect among all, if was something else Entirely. The whole realm was covered in strange glows with huge Mythical creatures of the ocean all swimming back and forth, tall, large, giagnatic building could clearly he seen and as well as Atlantian breeds of my age and below.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.