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"It would have been simpler to lop the heads off of dissenters than take in an outcast and train her to slit throats in the dark." "Careful Lycan Lord." Cassidy's voice was soft, a deadly whisper. "Men tend to look the same in the dark. I'd hate to accidentally slit your pretty throat by mistake."

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

The ceiling didn't just crack; it pulverized. The diamond-tipped Mantis-Borer—a segmented, robotic centipede designed for deep-crust mining—shrieked as it ground through the final layer of basalt. It was a masterpiece of the Iron Mind’s engineering: a relentless, unfeeling predator that didn't need to breathe, bleed, or think. "Flares! Now!" Siren screamed.

It was almost absurd how these two monsters could battle like this and not level the entire house in seconds. Her wind tattoo and owls were still at work, searching the bone enclosure for any vulnerable point they could exploit... any crack, seam, or weakness that might give them a way out. The mantis pivoted sharply, its armor deflecting two tentacles with a metallic clang. Another tentacle managed to latch onto its side, suction cups finding purchase between armor plates. With an ear-splitting crunch, the mantis snapped its free claw down and sheared the tentacle in half. Jeric’s shriek was deafening, a keening squeal that rattled Arah’s teeth. Green blood sprayed across the floor.

In the center of the bay, sitting on a lift made of glowing data-cables, was a machine that shouldn't have existed. It was the Norton. But it wasn't the bike from the simulation, and it wasn't the charred wreck from the silo. It was a "Hard-Light" construct, its frame woven from the same silver-hawk code I’d used to shatter the tower. The variable-compression Engine wasn't made of steel; it was made of pure, high-density logic. It pulsed with a soft, sapphire light, its intake drawing in the surrounding static and refining it into raw thrust.

Sebastian gritted his teeth inside the cockpit, his high-frequency carbon blade turning into a lethal net of blue light as he swung. Snikt! Boom! He sliced three leaping mechanical spiders in half with a single strike. Purple, acidic blood splashed against the Aegis mech's armor, hissing as it corroded the metal. He seamlessly raised his right arm's rotary cannon, blowing another spider that tried to flank Harper's mech into scrap metal. But he was only one man, and the swarm was endless. [ WARNING: HIGH-FREQUENCY BLADE ENERGY AT 12%. LEFT ARMOR INTEGRITY AT 40%. ]

The air was thick with the smell of soldering tin and burning plastic. "It's ugly," Kara muttered, not looking up as Ren and Leo burst in. "Don't tell me it's ugly. I know it's ugly." Ren dumped the server blade on the floor. "Will this help?" Kara looked at the ancient hardware. Her eyes lit up. "A Gen-2 Server Blade? Where did you find this? This has a dedicated cooling unit. I can overclock this to handle the neural load." "Can you build the interface?" Ren asked, stripping off his wet coat.

"So, I think I will start with the blades first. Maybe I can run at the big baddy with one of them and that will give me some time if I can injure him. Then I can assemble the hilt and put whatever techno stuff that goes in it from those two pedestals, then bring it all over and smash it together with the anvil. Does that seem like a plan enough to you?" Angandriel frowned. "Have you ever made a sword?" "Nope." "It shows." "If you're so smart, then you do it." "I can't-" "Can't interfere. I am well aware. So, we either go with my plan, or I distract him while you build the sword. Which one ends up with me dying?" He narrowed his eyes at me. "Right, so good luck!" I ran for the first pedestal