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He was the worst of the worst Serith had warned the world about. Holding Diana’s burnt body in his arms, Zephyr Darkken lumbered all the way from the Wenos pack to the Jupitus pack with his charred body. The ground he walked on burst into flames. Such malignant and roaring flames any force of nature couldn’t put off, not even God.

"Rise, immortal. What a sweet lycan you've created. Yes? But you're still a slob because you failed to tell me your name." He winced, realizing he wasn't doing himself any favors in the eyes of the mother of the Dark Creature. As politely as he could, he revealed, "I-I am Darwin of the secret order." "Ah! Good, I understand you're a member of the lycan's Secret Order. Yes?" Alicia made an observation. "It's a beautiful order, but it's lethal. It's from Redberg, right? Amid the Cold mountain ranges, a place of death, great famine, plague, and war existed. Yet, witches are revered by the locals as sacred beings because of their cold mystical properties and long history of magical enchantment,

“You’re alive after all these years. That means, you daughter wasn’t able to kill you.” Everyone looked at Mr. Frae as though he’d gone senile. Mr. Porche, in particular, poked Mr. Frae by the shoulder. “Are you telling me that he’s no other than the legendary Dark?” Mr. Frae looked at him straight in the eye. Michelle was amazed Mr. Porche wasn’t vomiting. With those terrible pimples, anyone would find it hard to stare at his face. “No doubt about it.” The clouds grew darker and thicker when Dark laughed. It was even worst than his voice. There’s not single humor hidden in it, just pure coldness.

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.

My gaze narrowed as I absorbed the weight of his admission, the gravity of our impending confrontation intensifying. A surge of anger welled within me, fueled by the violation of Fernanda's essence. The clash between light and darkness, symbolized by Draxler's transformed state, mirrored the internal turmoil that roiled within me. The battlefield became a canvas upon which the forces of destiny painted their cruel designs.

Reya exclaimed tearfully, covering her mouth. Even Greta sat up from her seat. Darkness released Derrick's Wolf, frowning as he looked at his bleeding hand, it had been painful recently, like an arrow wound, but getting clawed at, he expected it to heal but it wasn't. Seeing this as his chance, Derrick's Wolf made for Darkness again, but he had underestimated Darkness, Derrick's Wolf was grabbed by the neck by Darkness. Shadows wrapped around him holding his hand down. “You will die, not because your deal wasn't valid, but because you said what you shouldn't have. My White, will never be yours.”

"Obey my command! This creature has disappointed your Lord! He is unworthy of your support and my powers! Strip him of his soul and drag him into the Underworld, where he shall never again see the light of day!" A low, menacing growl emanated from the Darklings as they began to close in on Fredrick. Panic flashed across Fredrick's face as he realized he had lost control. "No! You can't do this! No! Do not listen to him! I am your master! I am your Lord!" The Darklings surged forward, their forms coalescing around Fredrick. He screamed as they descended upon him, each one vying for a taste of his soul. His dark powers, granted by the Dark Lord, were stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and e

The pitiful gigantic Dark Race finally dropped to its feet after enduring the ice and fire attack, punching and kicking, and petrification. Lucas's stunning face still had a calm expression on it. He did not look delighted at all. If his Apocalyptic Legion could not bring down a Rank 7 Dark Race, how would he conquer the entire apocalypse? He was thinking of the Apocalyptic Legion’s line up. The strongest was Biggy, followed by White Doll, Scarlet, and then Rayne.

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.