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Nyra followed, her frost magic coating the earth in thick sheets of ice. I raised my hands. Power flared from my chest, a pulse of white-hot lunar energy. The sky responded. Lightning rained down, arcs of silver fire crashing into the enemy ranks. They screamed, scattered—burned. Behind them, walking calmly through the destruction, came the goddess. Nyx. She was not of this world, and she made no effort to blend in. Her skin shimmered like obsidian dipped in blood. Her eyes were pits of endless night. Her crown burned with bone-white flame.

Jade watched in silence. Ceynol felt a sudden weight press down on him—Crown was deliberately making themselves heavier, testing his strength. He nearly laughed. His child was already challenging him. Truthfully, Crown did weigh a lot. But he wasn’t about to admit that. “I want to see one more thing before we go!” Crown exclaimed excitedly. “What is it, baby?” Jade asked. “The Paromola macrocheira!” Crown pointed toward a giant crab-like creature that resembled a monstrous spider.

The collar at her throat glowed lavender, warm and alive. Nyxios took off her collar and led her to his bedside mirror. Under where the collar was, a delicate ring of light purple tattooed her skin. It was a magic circle. He pulled down his night shirt. A matching band was on Nyxios’s neck. His medium short hair touched the edges of the mark.

Xyder spoke with absolute certainty, even pointing to the sky at the end. Chad stood quietly behind Xyder, staring at the back of his neck. The immortal crown surrounding Xyder's head radiated from his neck. The hallmark of becoming an earthbound immortal is the presence of an immortal crown, accompanied by a golden glow that envelops the body. However, Xyder had no glow; only the crown was visible behind his head. It was as if someone had deliberately implanted the immortal crown onto him. Zayan was a Mystic practitioner and should be able to use the Clairvoyant Eye, as could Sir Holt. Surely, they could not have gone all those years without noticing those immortal crowns, could they?

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

Sardonyx invoked gold and red magic around her body. “Fair enough.” Scott snored. The vampwolves sprouted talons from their hands, fangs from their teeth, and blood red pupils in their eyes and a lost for battle as they stormed at each other to see who would claim the medillions. “ You want them so bad? “ Sardonyx smiled. “ Come and get them .”

He waved his hand and the white crystal floated toward Jon. Jon quickly caught the white crystal and examined it. The crystal was crystal white and it was round. "What's this?" Jon asked while looking at the crystal in his hand curiously. "It's called the Elemental Nexus Crystal" Old Man Feng said and poured himself another jug of wine. The Elemental Nexus Crystal is a pristine, translucent crystal radiating a gentle, iridescent glow reminiscent of ethereal energies. Its smooth surface was adorned with intricate, swirling patterns that seem to shift and change as if mirroring the essence of the elements it represents.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

"But yes, I fear what lurks beneath this castle. I fear what I have seen before. And I fear what it will take to stop it." Lyra's silver eyes gleamed in the candlelight. "Then tell me everything." Nyxar hesitated only for a moment before stepping past her, toward a worn wooden table in the center of the room. He ran a gloved hand over its surface, his fingers tracing the deep grooves carved into the ancient wood. Runes. Symbols of protection. Of sealing.