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But the soldiers going for Gwen are quickly intercepted by the other soldiers. Scanning the room, I see Daniel and Neron fighting alongside many soldiers. His body becomes encased in icy blue flames as takes out many men crowding him. I watch in amazement as Daniel expertly uses his powers as a half dragon, sending blazing blue flames at his enemies. Neron fights side by side with Daniel, sword in hand he kills many while also shouting orders to soldiers in an expert manner. I had always sword fights were supposed to bring a sense of chivalry and fairness, yet that is the stuff of bard's tales and legends. Here in this room, there are no gentlemen, only long knives beneath the heavens.

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And now Val is the voivodul in Muntania, the Val who was the monk and an abbot. In the year 6994, February 13th this was written earlier and then again in the year 6998 January 28th it was rewritten a second time by me, sinful Efrosin. At the time, when the story was written, it was more than short fictionalised representation of fragments from the mysterious life of Dragwer. What truly happened with that man nobody knows.

I moved away and decided to go through the files I'd taken. I saw lists of supernatural species to be hunted. He could never get enough of the game like he'd called it. Hunting our kind, hunting every kind of supernatural beings brought him pleasure. They were all pawns in his sick games. I hoped and prayed he had the answers I'd seek.

Albian replied, “This is Pax. A peaceful realm very few have ever witnessed. You are the only reason we are here. It was the power in you that led us here, and the power in you that allowed us entry.” “I don't understand. If you could never get here, how do you know it was me and some kind of power I possess.” He pointed a finger in the air, “Books, my dear. Books. There is much legend that is written about the existence of this place.”

“We don’t even know where the hell it is.” Myrra folded her arms, smirking. “Don’t we?” She stepped toward the crumbling shelves, brushing dust off an aged scroll. With careful hands, she unraveled the brittle parchment, revealing an intricate map. The ink was faded, but the details remained intact—mountains, rivers, long-forgotten cities. And there, marked in the deep south beyond the Vale of Shadows, was a name that made Elior’s breath catch in his throat. Dawnfire.

The drumming grew louder. It wasn't a drum made of wood and skin; it was the sound of iron paws hitting stone. ​"Kael, what is that?" Seraphina asked, her voice shaking as she climbed out of the massive bed. Her legs felt like jelly, but the adrenaline was starting to kick in. ​"The Shadow-Hounds," Kael said, his face pale. He moved to the door and pressed his ear against the metal. "They aren't animals. They are creatures made of hunger and smoke. They can smell the magic in your blood, even through the void-iron walls."

“Or do you wish all Dwarf clans to join with you?” “The Guardians know only that a great darkness gathers to the West. The hostile races; Goblins, Trolls, Oh’kapi,” he glanced at Caulan, who nodded. “The Moran’kaar also, who were created with Dark Magic from the Shujaari people.” He couldn’t suppress a shudder. “There are magic users as well, wielding Dark Magic to aid them. As for the need for your assistance, the Dwarves are well known for their bravery and strength, and your skills as forgers of weapons are legendary. Ultimately, yes, we would be pleased to have all the clans ally with us. We approached you first, largely because your skill with Obsidian and Onyx can be of particular aid

The first seven eyes want to crack, but make all the strength can not run over, can not stop, can only watch. "Rumble!" With an earth-shattering roar, the entire hall instantly collapsed, no, it wasn't the hall that collapsed, but the entire space collapsed in this instant ...... ...... The wind, whistling, the sky, a bright moon is bright. *** The Nine Worlds Chronicles, finally a prequel *** Want to read the Nine Realms character extras? Lingyin, Weiyang, Qianyu Nishang? Or all of them! Part! People! Want to read the story of the main character thousands of years ago? Want to know who the person who resurrected the protagonist was? Want to know what happened twenty years ago?

Horses are bucking, trying to run away, and people are on the ground drawing and weapons as the peacefulness of the forest is shattered by an on rush Of the strangest wolves Andy has ever seen. Now this was the forest that her father the lord of the hunt, or as the mortals called him the horned God claimed as his own. As such it was a haven for many strains and sometimes dangerous creatures, but none of them were dumb enough to attack the master of the woods or any of his court. Which made this even stranger, as cloud dancer spun just in time to kick one of the walls that was making a leap for Andy she was able to get a good look at it.