Danmachi Volume 17 Novels & Stories

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.

“What’s plan B?” Finally making my way in front of him, I mockingly patted his shoulder. I watched as his form slowly loosen at my encouraging grin. “Plan B is for you-” Hands shapeshifting into claws, I dug them into the meat and bone of his shoulder, ripping off his arm with minimal effort. “-to get that stitched up before you bleed all over my freshly cleaned floor. Well this isn’t actually plan B, but this will help get you off my bad side if you listened to what I said.” I ignored his screams of pain, too busy staring at the blood that was dripping from my claws. I turned around, sucking the blood off as I made my way back to my chair. “Also, be a champ and tell the nearest servant that

“Bring it on.” A slow breath filled my lungs before I spoke again, louder this time. “Let’s do it.” At my words, everyone moved. Warriors turned, locking eyes with their chosen opponents. The air shifted right before it broke. And I did not wait. I stepped forward and drove my fist straight at Damien. And then everything exploded into chaos. ******* *Adele's point of view*

“Cover me!” Despite the slight hiccup, nobody was unfazed. Things went wrong all the time on the battlefield. Their ability to adapt and incredible composure attested to the years of hardened experience everyone had. Even Damian, who spent most of his life paralysed and in the research lab, knew what to do. A small feeling of insecurity bloomed in Zen. He couldn’t be left behind. Surely, there was something more than observing from a safe distance and offering healing when required. “Blinding right!” Damian called out and summoned a fireball, tossing it at Urum, catching his attention from the right side.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Liam shook beside Chris, and Daniel continued, " You, your little boyfriend, and all your pack members would be soon dead." Daniel then approached Samara and bowed to her, " My Lady." " Who are you?" Samara snickered. " I-I am Daniel." " Oh.., the useless vampire?" Daniel was flustered at the blatant insult but was relieved when he heard Samara say, " ... though I am impressed. At least you were of some use." " Now, what do we have here," she looked at Chris, helping Liam stand up. It was as if she was aware of the people around her just now.

For a brief seconds, sh remained like that, hoping and praying he would come back to his senses. Fortunately, he did as he slowly relaxed, his fists unclenching and his arms went limp. Damien's chest heaved with ragged breaths. His head bowed in defeat. It was the first time in his life he'd accept defeat. He had thought he'd be able to conquer the curse. When he had gotten Emberlynn, she had wanted everything to happen as fast as it could, but nothing had happened. Nothing had fucking happened! Emberlynn's cheek was pressed against his back, feeling the warmth of his skin and the tremors of his pain.

But who? Damian’s fists clenched at his sides, his expression hardening. "This ends now," he said, his voice filled with quiet rage. "No more games. No more lies." The room was deathly silent, the tension unbearable. I could see the fury in Damian’s eyes, but there was something else there too—something darker, more dangerous. And I realized then that we weren’t just preparing for a battle against Evan anymore. We were preparing for war against someone much closer to home.

Damian stepped into the center of the chamber, bleeding and unbowed, and raised his head to the Council like a wolf scenting the beginning of a hunt. “Choose,” he told them. “Stand down… or learn whether Forty-Seven can bear the weight of a Chairman’s war.” The last word rolled through the chamber like thunder. And somewhere above us, in the Sanctum’s shadowed box, a second silver glint winked into existence, another dart, leveled at my heart. I didn’t even have time to scream.

Old drives. But only one file glowed red. Encrypted in the oldest Umbra tongue. Title: BIRTHFALL.//VIDCORE.45. He hesitated. Then pressed play. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE FOOTAGE Static first. Then screams. Surgical lights. Gunfire. Rain hammering down through a shattered ceiling. A figure on the table—Aria, soaked in blood, hands gripping the steel. Lorenzo in the corner, shouting orders. Roji bleeding from the leg. Inez firing out the window.