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He stared at me again which only made my mind even more confused. The necromancers came here with a dark sorcerer. They wanted to take the relic but I protected it with my life. They weren't able to find it and instead they tried to kill me. But a celestial titan cannot be defeated by mere necromancers and sorcerers. They failed to do so and left. But their damage left me crawling and writhing in pain...lady. I cannot see any darkness within you. Your sincerity is most valuable and moved me. But it doesn't mean, I will give you my favor. I felt like I ran out of breath because of what he said. There came necromancers here and a black mage. They are already moving, the darkness is already tak

The ancient obsession of immortals terrified by the concept of permanence. I turn toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glows beneath the night like veins of molten gold threading through darkness. Five years ago diplomacy stopped interesting me. Mercy became inefficient shortly after I lost Rose. The old houses still whisper about the shift. They call it tyranny now. Ruthlessness. Cruelty. Perhaps they are right. Grief hollows a man eventually. Even an immortal one. Especially an immortal one. Behind me Damon leans casually against the bar. “Shall I inform them His Majesty is indisposed?” he asks lazily. “Exhausted from vigorous diplomatic negotiations?”

“I do.” Magnus covered his mouth with one hand, though I noticed the corners of his lips twitch. Even Ragnar looked suspiciously close to smiling. I narrowed my eyes at all three of them. “You planned this.” “No,” Ragnar answered with complete seriousness. “We merely expected this reaction.” Valerian pushed the top book a little closer to me. The leather cover looked older than anything I had ever touched. “The Founding of the Iron Fang Empire.” The second followed. “Political Structure of the Northern Kingdoms.”

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*** *Adrian* I gazed pensively down upon the glittering cityscape spread out before me. Thoughts of my vendetta against MID flickered through my mind, and I imagined the spoils of victory that would flood my veins when I revealed to the world how despicable the company was. I had already uncovered a labyrinth of lies and deceit. There were just a few more moving parts I needed to validify before I was ready to begin hammering the nails into the proverbial coffin.

They were standing in a badly maintained basement corridor, the sort of lower-level service area that top brass never saw. “Oh my god, I almost didn’t recognize you,” Peter whispered. “Well, that’s a good sign.” Raven tried to smile, but she knew it probably looked more like a grimace. “Let’s get moving.” “This way,” Jane noted, pointing. “And don’t whisper. It makes us look insane. Or suspicious. Which is worse.” Raven felt as if she were trailing behind her body as she walked between the two Oriri traitors, who swiped access cards door after door, until they were in a carpeted, nicer corridor lined with dark office suites.

His pulse chaotic. The trail led him to a place no sane soul would dare linger, the forgotten quarters beneath the palace, where the air itself carried a history of screams. To the cellar. The slaughterhouse. The execution ground where convicts met their end in pools of their own blood. A place reeking of violence, rotten flesh and blood, abandoned except for guards who came when commanded. And yet tonight, the anklets danced down its steps. The vanilla scent faded into its darkness. He descended the stairwell, each step groaning beneath his weight, the sound booming in the hollow corridors like distant thunder.

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Two souls, the other by which a mortal princess and the one who is the immortal God, from Yin and Yang, the love that was created, the two souls that pave the way for the dimensions, their shattered hearts, their souls created the 7 Books. “To the sin of this world, move forward, but look back, in the game that was manipulated from the start, change your loop and wake up, before it’s too late.” With the howling whisper as the weakest and coldest voice echoes. The seven books had finally made their way, as each book is predestined to own one of the sins. Now as HE created the dolls and the worlds alternating the original, the chess game HE is playing is setting everything to his desire.

With these reasons, I am led to believe that the town of the Amber Leaves has betrayed our empire and this war if not dealt with swiftly can lead to a war between the two empires…’ The report that was written by one of Ren’s senior generals went on to further describe the implication of this war on the power balance between the two empires. I didn’t fully understand the rest of the report, but I believed that I had read enough to grasp the general situation. My hands trembled and the report that I was holding also shook in my hands. Rebelling against the empire was bad enough but to align with another empire is just…