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The air shifted and my heart beat loudly. I had imagined many things. But this? This felt unreal. “Please,” he said stiffly. “Finalize the contract.” I looked down at him. The same man who once told me I was useless. The same man who made me feel small in my own home. Now kneeling. At my feet. Something inside me twisted. Not just satisfaction. Not just revenge. It was power. And it felt… intoxicating. “Louder,” Trevor said calmly from beside me. Raymond’s fists clenched.

The leader moved with a mysterious agility. "It's here, Master of Ghost Gate!" one of the men whispered. "So, this is the place. Let's see who killed our masters without a trace," Damien said. He was with a few top masters. Each of those men was a Master of Transformative Force, particularly two of the Four Wicked Ghosts—Bane and Harbinger. Both of them were Peak-Stage Transformative Force Masters. Specter had been killed by Henry previously, and Phantom was elsewhere. Damien was already a late-stage grandmaster years ago and among Aurelia's top fighters. His presence there with his team underscored the importance of their mission. Given that Jensen was comparable to a late-stage grandmaster

Before the muscular man was able to scream, he fell down. Thomas kicked away the dagger on the floor, and it pierced the chest of the muscular man who came toward him with a huff. In the blink of an eye, two people died. The other six muscular men looked at each other before they moved forward together. Thomas’s figure was extremely creepy. His movement was speedy, he was powerful, and his moves were cruel. When he attacked, there was no exception. He killed everyone with just one move. In one word: Incredible! The whole battle took up less than ten seconds. All eight specially selected super masters fell down.

Besides with True Eyes he was able to see Elder Wind beyond the debris and flames. “That’s one down. I have to at least take down the other two before Elder Hanuman gets back.” Mane quickly sent off the remaining Fire Golem to Elder Dominic. Elder Dominic was perhaps the most powerful elder after Elder Hanuman. Mane felt that if he let him be and Elder Hanuman arrived, it would be a much more difficult task than it would be to face Elder Cafu.

He was the Eastern Warzone Master, Gaia Amatsu. The one on the right was a gentleman that looked elegant, but each move he made screamed viciousness and brutality. He was the Central Warzone Master, Baron Von Doom. “Andrius Moonshade! How audacious of you!” “Andrius Moonshade! What do you think you are doing!?” The two of them roared like dragons as they stopped Andrius. Kabaam! The two of them jumped in front of the Emperor to block Andrius’ sudden attack. Both of them glared at Andrius fiercely.

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

You've done more than enough" Desmond said and charge towards Kono. The fight continued. Kono didn't retaliate but just kept laughing as Desmond hit him Which made him (Desmond) even more angrier. "You've become strong.. I don't think the soul dagger can kill you, neither can the human girl kill you" Kono laughed and Desmond helped him up, landing countless punches on his (Kono) face "Die.. die,, just die" Desmond screamed and punch him one last time before leaving him to meet Nirvana who was still crying "What made you so strong? Kono asked as he stood on his feet. "don't tell me you made love with that human girl?. That must be the reason I can't kill you but..., I have an idea of what mig

If the structure fails, it will not fail quietly, and I will not pretend neutrality when I can still apply pressure to keep it standing. And beneath that tilt lies another disturbance, older and more dangerous. Death and I were meant to operate in harmony. I chart the path. He closes it. Fate designs the end. Death completes it. We are two halves of the same mechanism. But he is no longer behaving like a function. He is behaving like a choice.

They also would know about Ben's engagement to Meg, they undoubtedly thought she was Ben's mate, I wasn't about to tell them otherwise. One of the boys, Will, had blood running down his temple, a direct clash with his sparkling blue eyes. He had faced the reigning champion in the ring and lost. I itched for action as yet another wolf limped away from the ring, the same champion still prowling about, waiting for the next challenge. Will saw me admiring his wound and he looked me up and down, "Do you fight Carrie?" I opened my mouth to answer but I was beaten to the chase.

With trembling legs, they could not stand steadily and had to rely on their followers' help. Ricardo suddenly stated, "The Young Master wants to clarify something with you!" Henry Styles said quickly, "Please tell us, Butler Maslow." In an icy tone, Ricardo said, "As Mico Styles was rude, arrogant and discourteous towards the Young Master, he had personally beat Mico Styles to death. However, Jimmy Miller and Mask Styles deaths have nothing to do with the Young Master!"