Destiny 2 Last Wish Loot Table Novels & Stories

He simply repeated in that same flat tone: “Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: ‘Wish.’ Please choose your cause of death.” Just when everyone was at a total loss, glowing text suddenly scrolled across the air like a livestream chat. [Damn, these players are seriously unlucky. “Wish” has a zero percent clear rate—hardest dungeon ever recorded.] [The boss grants each player’s wish... but always in the most horrifying, twisted way possible.] [As soon as players enter, they face the final boss. It forces everyone to “wish” for the way they’ll die, then “mercifully” makes that wish come true.]

Her wavy and long hair danced with the swift blow of the wind. It’s funny that after days of staying here, this is only the second time we’ve seen her again. This is our last day for this trip and we both decided to just chill around the cruise. Also to relax after a few days of sightseeing in different places. We're finally going home tomorrow. And it seems that my reality visit came sooner than expected. "Yes, Kiara?” Lideon murmured closely behind me.

"You bastard! You have to screw with me even after I killed you! Well, since you won't leave me in peace, I won't return the favor! "Your bitch of a mom went the extra mile to get you such a nice grave, huh? So that you can reincarnate to a better life?! Let's see how you're going to reincarnate now!" Linda laughed darkly as she arched her back and picked up the large bottle she brought, waving it at Sophie as she gloated, "Do you know what this is? It took me a lot of effort to get this dog's blood, and I've soaked a stack of special talismans in there.

“Makes sense now. Mr. Damian must’ve lied to protect you. But that safety he built? It won’t last. We owe him a great deal—but now, we’re forced to betray the hand that once fed us.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” He met my gaze firmly. “Our new boss wants to destroy Damian, piece by piece. We were sent here to kill you, his ‘little chick.’ But…” He looked away briefly. “…I owe him too much. So here’s the truth, Camila: marrying into the Clastu family—one of the most powerful in the underworld—will expose you to enemies you never knew existed.” I froze. My blood ran cold.

"Then I'm sorry to say, but she's really gone. Her cause of death was Silverthorn Wolfsbane poisoning, which is a slow-acting poison. She took a potent painkiller for it, which led to organ failure and her eventual death." The officer shook his head again and added, "The doctors said she might've lasted months longer if she hadn't taken the painkiller. Or if she'd had access to a Miracle Elixir, that could've neutralized the toxin entirely. But it's too late to talk about that now." My world spun at the officer's words. A Miracle Elixir. A cure we could have gotten for her. It was me. No, us. We had starved her of hope. We as good as killed her ourselves!

Valerie said and snatched the diary from Jade. "Saw you leaving the campus with your friends, hope for you to take care and go home well, I'll be doing that in the future too my..." "Enzo?!"

Chelsey was so exhausted for the past few days as she never left in Carina's wake. Her father, Rouge, was still under comatose in an ICU. She was thinking of visiting her brother, Carter, after the burial of her mother.She just wanted to cherish the last few hours with her mother's side. She Carina seemed to looked asleep while lying her lifeless body inside the coffin. Chelsey wanted to touch her mother's beautiful face but she couldn't anymore. She only caressed the glass in front of her mother's face.

Aarshon looked up to Telraamon to see that he was worried about Lindaat. “It didn’t matter who was involved in the rescue. The crystal would go after the strongest-willed. Lindaat was that person, other than you. You are older than her, so it couldn’t really get the price out of you. Not like it can with her.” Telraamon sighed as he turned to look at Aarshon. “You have a thought on what the price is?” Aarshon guessed, not wanting to know the price. “I have an idea, but with Xylia gone. It is going to be worse to tell you, and Nix,” Telraamon said with a sigh.

Unable to resist her, Wesley gave in with a fond sigh. Seeing him relent, Alexia pressed on. "I still haven't finished packing. Since everyone's here, you can help me decide which clothes and jewelry I should take with me." The maid laid out Alexia's clothes and accessories one by one. She picked up a diamond necklace, then a pair of pearl earrings. "Sean gave me this for my birthday. I have to take it. "And this was picked out by Dad… I have to take it too." Five or six suitcases sat open in front of her, and she looked determined not to leave until they were filled to the brim.

Clutching the brand new Gucci purse in my hands, I leave to find my way to the nearest pawn shop. When a person leaves behind almost everything they own, you take the most valuable things both sentimental and financial, the picture of you and your best friend from middle school, the diamond earrings your father gave you for your thirteenth birthday. Because nothing says you're entering womanhood like a pair of sparkly rocks to put in your ears.