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She maintained her position while keeping her eyes fixed on the figure in front of her. “The book will never be given to you,” she said. A dark smile that did not extend to Vulcan's icy eyes twisted his lips. The shadows from the torches seemed to cling to him like a cloak, and he was a tall, commanding old man. He raised his hefty staff and gave the armored fighters on either side of him a signal. They were quiet, their big bodies prepared for combat and their faces concealed by steel helmets. As one of the warriors charged forward. The sound of their hefty boots hitting the stone was so loud that it seemed to tremble the old library's foundations.

His voice erupted like a volcano containing endless fury. "Hear my command!" "Lord of War Carrier, prepare for level 1 combat readiness. Target: Umbracia. Launch!" "Whoever fired those missiles, I will make Umbracia pay with blood!"

The particular aging that happens when a man stops managing his expression quite as tightly as he used to. Damien met him at the elevator. They looked at each other. Two men who had been on opposite sides of the same war for thirteen years — one who had built an empire on revenge, one who had built one on control — standing in the same space without weapons between them for the first time. "Calloway," Damien said. "Wolfe," Marcus said. That was all. They walked to the study. Rain stayed at the table with Cole and Sera and did not go to the study.

His eyes were still cold, still indifferent, but for a fraction of a second, I felt as if something crossed his eyes, and before I could read it, it vanished. He moved away, as if our brief connection had meant nothing to him. It hurt, but it had always been like this, right? “We won!” Coach Henry screamed at the top of his lungs with the rest of the team members. The players rushed onto the field, throwing their sticks into the air and embracing one another. The crowd was going insane. Our supporters were chanting the name of the Mountain Hawk while the Black Raven supporters sat in stunned silence. The MCs screamed our victory. A smile broke on my lips, but tears blurred my vision.

A servant, who had been standing in the back, stepped forth. "I will. I leave the commanding of our soldiers to the Black Knight." Kronos said as he turned around. "Yes, your majesty." The servant bowed and guided Kronos to the evacuation route. Three hours from now, a large-scale battle was about to take place with the entire world as the battlefield. What will the outcome be? . . . We have reached the end of Volume 4: Returning Memories! This volume turned a bit longer compared to the others. Tell me what you think of the story so far.

--- **The Final Battle** The confrontation unfolded in a blur of motion—an explosion of sounds, flashes of light, and the grinding clash of steel against steel. Our enemies were formidable, but with each strike, I felt something inside me ignite, something I hadn’t felt in years. I fought with the fury of someone who had nothing left to lose, the determination of someone who knew that if she didn’t win this battle, there would be no empire left to rule. Beside me, Damien moved like a shadow, cutting through the enemy with ruthless precision. His movements were a reflection of everything he had become—someone who had fought, bled, and survived through the hell we had both been thrust into.

So I switched the channel to the next one and as I had suspected, there it was. The bright red box to the right of the announcer showed Nathan and his opponent, Cooper, as everybody knew him, indulging in appropriate combat till Nathan's demeanor suddenly broke off and he ended up on his knees after only two punches. My eyes were screwed shut when the situation got worse in the video and Nathan's face was bloodshot red in literal blood and strain.

It was a scene I was accustomed to, but tonight I couldn’t be a part of it. I stood aside, a little away from the mayhem, watching my warriors attack the enemy but couldn’t involve himself in the warfare. The enemy was overpowering us. They were winning, yet I couldn’t plunge in to save my army. My mate’s tear-stained face was all I could envisage. I couldn’t push myself to fight her brother. “We have wiped out the enemy!” exclaimed Stavros, slaying the last of my wolves. “Victory!” yelled Homer.

Yara was wearing white shirt. His blood boiled with anger. He turned around and punched a boy who was still grinning by looking at Minahil. The boy got startled and his friends tried stopping Abraham from landing another punch. Kabir also turned towards him and three boys from other side and Abraham and Kabir began fighting without any care in the world. The whole crowd had gathered around them now. Some elder men stopped them. The security also arrived within seconds. Abraham's nose was bleeding and the boy whom he had started beating was in really bad condition.

The beast moves with terrifying speed, its eyes fixed on a group of warriors who have foolishly tried to stand their ground. I watch, my heart pounding, as the creature lungs at them, its claws slicing through the air. The warriors fall, screaming at the top of their lungs. I fear nothing, knowing it can't hurt me, being my mate and all. Is that how Lycans' look like when they shift? I am impressed despite myself. "Shall we attack, Commander?" a voice is heard from one of the warriors. "Hold your weapons at the ready, do not attack until I say so!" Titus bellows.