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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?

His attention caught me and started to charge towards me. “Let’s test what kind of powers Pops gave me!” I said into my mind as I also charged against the raging monster. -end of the chapter-

I could feel the pulse of the moment, the shift in tension, the silent challenge that neither of us had acknowledged until now. And for once, I let him have his victory. “Maybe later.” Leonardo chuckled, stepping back, but his eyes lingered. “Careful, Xena. One day, I’ll make you answer your own questions.” I smirked, retrieving my drink, settling into the chair opposite him. “Then you better be patient.” Leonardo raised his glass, amusement still thick between us. “I’m learning.” And with that, the war continued. And so did we. The night had confirmed what we needed—Giancarlo’s empire wasn’t unshakable. It was fractured.

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"We aren't fighting for a story anymore. We’re fighting for the Marrow." I looked at my children, who stood strong and radiant in the glade. We were no longer characters in a romance or pawns in a war. We were a Dynasty of the Wild, and the 173rd chapter was the first page of a book the High Council would never be able to read.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Dad rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting." A slow smile spread across his face. "With your father coming here, maybe he can help Darius develop some new strategies." Elena nodded. "That could work." She leaned back against me comfortably. "Our pack doesn't just have one warrior division. We have Warrior Group A, Warrior Group B, and Warrior Group C." Dad immediately looked interested. "Explain." "Group C is our beginner level. Group B is intermediate. Group A..." she smiled proudly, "...those warriors are terrifying."

Zack swayed lightly and then began to move away, leaving his mother underneath the tree. He returned to the pack house. His Beta, Gaus was there and walked to meet him. “We shall go on as I said.” Zack said. “She is still a part of this pack, we can only forget about her if all ties with her have been cut off. We know that hasn’t happened yet. She’s still one of us.” “But it has been three whole months. We’ve looked through all the neighboring packs even making an enemy out of some and we haven’t found her. If she’s still alive – “

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"She's using the baby's magic—channeling it through me—buying us time—" "That's impossible—" "It's happening," I interrupted. "Now DRIVE!" We piled into the vehicles, whoever was close enough, and whoever could still move. I saw Taylor practically carrying Dante. Christy limping but alive. Eric bleeding from a dozen wounds but still he was alive. But we weren’t the same, we'd started with thirty warriors. But now, I counted maybe fifteen of us. The cars quickly roared to life, and speed off through the road. Behind us, Malachar's roar of rage shook through the trees.