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Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'

His father was silent, not answering him "This is true..there are Mate s, and if their mates die, they breathe, but do they live, father? But despite this, I am not one of them..if something happens to her, I will die too..I will kill my soul if I don't die on my own!" Darkel silently bit his lips, his words alone explain how much he loves this girl! But suddenly...! Zayn gasped loudly and widened his eyes, which quickly turned red mixed with his honey, and fell to his knees, placing his hand on his chest in suffocation, whispering in terror.

The digital air hummed with violent intent. "I know the truth," shouted a heavily armored Knight from the front row. It was DragonSlayer99, the massive Paladin who had fired the first shot in the Grand Plaza. His silver armor was heavily glitched, one of his pauldrons missing entirely, replaced by a swirl of blue static. "I was a data-analyst in Sector 3 in the real world. I recognized the financial routing numbers you projected in the sky, Wraith. The Ministry is laundering billions through this game to fund the Blackwatch. When I spoke up on the forums... my screen went white. Now I'm here."

Keil pronounced, she was the Champion of Zark, she would never dare to deny a duel, if she was defeated that means that Zark's honor was gentle, that was something she would never allow. From the Wight an aura of murderous intent will unleash against Keil. But said aura was insignificant, if it was intended to intimidate Keil; for she would need an extremely powerful aura to intimidate the Platinum Valkyrie, Keil. "A knight's ability," Keil whispered to herself. [Challenge] was an extraordinary ability of the knight class, although the Samurai class also possessed a variant of it. Once a day, a knight could challenge an enemy in sight to combat. This caused the knight's melee attacks to deal

One of the elders groaned as he defended against Caleb's assault, shouting, "Friend, we understand that you have beef against Tarkin, but you don't have to kill us too!" However, Caleb completely ignored that, his greatsword erupting with black flames! "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!" Boom! The projection of a violent black dragon appeared behind him, its very presence terrifying! "What even is that technique?!" the elder before him cried out in shock. "That spirit beast… Is that a warrior's spirit or a combat totem?!" "World Burial Sword, Second Style—Throttle!" Shunk! At the very next second, one of the flying swords pierced the elder's throat, and he died in pain and h

I remained perfectly still. Years on the bench had taught me that people revealed their worst intentions when they believed they were speaking to allies, so I quietly stepped closer. Inside sat the Minister of Justice, two deputy ministers, the Chief Inspector of Police, and three senior prosecutors. Coffee cups sat untouched before them while folders bearing Karma's name lay scattered across the polished table. "I still don't understand why we're wasting resources," one of the prosecutors said. "We could always make sure that the club owner confesses to seeing Dr. Kuntz leaves there after midnight."

"You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only finding her, this game is about killing. Those who are good at fighting will survive and those who do not know will die." Zera was shocked by what she heard, she didn't know that it was going to be so deep. "That's why we have to go back there, to asked someone to train us, also you Zera, you should know how to defend yourself, you're their target," Nash said making everyone stop. Gavin and Xanti looked at Zera.

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

That's the last thing I heard before fully giving in to the darkness. *** Follow my socials to be updated! Facebook: The Scripturient (Join San_2045 squad!) Instagram: san_2045