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She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she continued watching the convoy. The lead armored vehicle stopped. Its doors opened in perfect synchronization. More than a dozen men climbed out. Black tactical uniforms. Military discipline. No identifying insignias. No visible ranks. Each carried suppressed assault rifles. "They're the Circle's Retrieval Unit," Evelyn finally said. "They don't arrest people." "They erase them." A heavy silence settled over the room. Seraphina felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Erase. Not kill. Erase.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

He had shot up a few inches in his late teens after he joined the army. His father had been watching him as he loaded up his car to be put into storage while he was in basic. There were no words. They had the most epic fight the night before about everything. It had hurt Max to the point he knew what he had to do. He cleared out what he considered his from his room in trash bags. The last thing he said to his father was that he was cleaning the trash out for him. Max had never talked to his father with complete disrespect before, even though he knew he was just the second son. The no one. The one who could rape a girl and then lie about it.

Safe. Nothing that made you vulnerable on the ice. But the heat ripping through him now wasn’t beta. It was omega. Full. Brutal. Undeniable. The ref’s whistle shrilled, slicing through the moment. Play stopped. Teammates swarmed him, shouting his name. Jax shoved them back, staggering toward the bench. His vision swam, every breath dragging more of the scent into his lungs his own scent, blooming like a goddamn flower in the middle of a fight.

And soon, his feet would harden with callouses as he was a hardened veteran of the front lines. "But of course with hormone usage, there will be a negative to it?" I couldn't shake that there was something off with this alpha as he got up and put weight on his slashed feet. He didn't flinch as he put his weight on them. He was locked onto Dr. Dawson and his stance was like he was sizing the researcher up. Dr. Dawson seemed disinterested. I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other.

Not to mention he was only using three of his clones now, so he was still free and was ready to strike at any time. When the clones’ first round of attack was blocked, the second round of attacks followed. The clone holding the God of Thunder Hammer slammed down on the God of Thunder Hammer with his left hand, increasing the power behind it. The clone behind Azul decided to use Air Crushing Slap after using the Void Punch. Meanwhile, the clone that was holding the Ice Soul Excalibur also cast the Air Crushing Slap with his left hand and slammed it down on Azul's chest. This time, Azul had no chance to resist.

The display that follows is not a battle; it is a feral, blood-soaked execution. Clyde’s massive shadow-wolf moves with a terrifying, blinding speed that defies his size. He catches three fighters in his jaws at once, the crunch of their iron armor and bones a sickening, hollow sound that echoes off the cliffs as he crushes them into pulp and tosses their broken remains into the pines. His massive claws tear through their ranks, a whirlwind of liquid black wrath that ignores their silver-tipped arrows entirely, the sheer mass of his Alpha dominance incinerating their weapons before they can even touch his bronze hide.

The First Crown erupted with light. Golden energy exploded across the battlefield. BOOOOOOOOM! The first wave of monsters disintegrated instantly. Then Rowan groaned. Then: "Why am I always following her?" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then he charged too. Then Cassian. Then Valen. Then Eryx. The heirs collided with the darkness. And the final war truly began. BOOOOOOOOM! Energy exploded everywhere. The battlefield vanished beneath chaos. Ava cut through three monsters at once.

In a flash, Kaymaer was inches away from X’s face, but before he could do anything, a blast of white energy went through his chest. He started to fall to the planet’s surface even he instantaneously regenerated and rushed back at X, only to get beheaded this time. His head grew back immediately, but this time he pulled back and hundreds of thousands of clones pour out of his body, with lightning speed. They surrounded X and lunged at him but he simply slices his hand through the air and they burst into pieces, but it was all a distraction. As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand.

The subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.