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The resemblance between him and his grandfather was striking. "I do not believe that humans alone can destroy Ishild. I believe that we will need something or rather someone, more powerful," Elric replied. Havardr studied him for a moment, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "You are asking for an army?" he questioned. Elric nodded. "I am. She holds great power."

Around 11 PM, a reply arrived: > “I’ve been waiting for this message for years. Send me the location. I’ll come alone. And Evalina… we don’t have much time.” --- The next day, Elric arrived. He stood at the villa’s gate in a plain black car, wearing a dark coat and a grey scarf. His hair was neat, his face sharp like Hunter’s—but his eyes… his eyes were Evalina’s. When he stepped into the living room, they simply looked at each other. Then Evalina walked toward him. She didn’t know what to say. So instead… she hugged him. Elric returned the hug awkwardly at first. But then, he closed his eyes.

“You’ll get your door once I have the key.” The boy. “Yes. Elias is the vessel of Thal’rean and Azazel. He’s the storm before the silence. Once I have him—truly have him—I will open you the way.” We are watching, Erethar. This body frays. Your time grows thin. Erethar’s hand twitched again, and a small trickle of blood leaked from his nostril. He wiped it, his fingers trembling. “I know,” he snapped. “But he’s surrounded by creatures of light and old magic. That house is a fortress now. And Lucian—” He spat the name like venom. “He won’t die easily.”

With my heart racing, I struggled. I exclaimed, "Lena, please!" "You know me! We've fought side by side for years!" Lena paused, for only a moment. Taking advantage, Damon pinned her down after knocking her to the ground. "Melissa!" he exclaimed. "We can’t win this!" He was correct. We were losing. Then— The battleground erupted in a dazzling blast of electricity. Their bodies shook as the corrupted warriors froze. Eldric emerged with bright eyes. It was "I found it!" he said. "The source of Astrael’s corruption! It’s a relic!"

Isolde’s ability to manipulate the conversation without arousing suspicion was a skill to behold. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Isolde turned her attention to Elder Elara, a wizened figure who had always been adept at concealing her thoughts. “Elder Elara, you possess great wisdom. Have you any insights into the stone’s disappearance?” Elder Elara’s eyes met Isolde’s, and for a moment, a silent understanding passed between them. She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, “I have sensed no disturbance.” Isolde nodded, her expression one of gratitude. “Thank you, Elder Elara. Your insights are invaluable.”

"I have a plan, my king. There is reason to suspect the outlying villages of sympathizing with our enemies and helping them cross the borders. These are the same villages where blood elves have been welcomed into our country. I propose we move into these villages, detain the rebels, and cut off the Blood King's ties before they further infect." Violet gasped at the outrageous suggestion. She knew blood elves in Eloy and they were farmers exactly like her family. They didn't drink blood because they didn't have any magic. Only the royal and noble blood elves drank blood. Lord Erris was dancing with ignorance like it was love at first sight. The lords glared at her, but Eden ignored the outbur

With a heavy heart, I look at the sky and close my eyes, letting the rain pelts my face. Why are you doing this to me god? With an aching heart, I open my eyes and look at Erden. My cheeks heat up when I see that he is already staring at me while running his hand in his damp hair, pulling everything back. He is totally drenched, water running down his body. Unable to retain myself anymore, I take a look at his body and the resemblance with that of Eren stikes me. Every muscle, every abs is familiar. But the scar near his chest is completely foreign.

He fluttered his eyes and gazed at the book instead. “Why do you say it’s Dracula? ‘Zalmoxis’ is a Dacian god from what I know.” “You know this book?” she asked, surprised. “Yes. I read extraordinary books as my pastime, too. I am interested in other topics besides those given at school. So, why do you think it’s Dracula we’ll meet?” “It is because I constantly hear his name in my head.” Elise just stared at the book she was holding and spoke again.

I said softly, “no man is an island and if you try to be, the turbulent waves of life will drown you in their violent thrashes. Malric is a stonewall, only his true love can get through. And, we don’t even know who that is, do we?” He squinted at me, and then his eyes grew dark and curious. I left him without another word, knowing I had planted a seed of doubt in his mind. Eli met me in my bedroom, he was sweating and panting slightly, a gleaming look of excitement in his eyes. He only had that look in his eyes when he saw my naked body or right after a fight he just won. “The men here aren’t as tough as the warriors we have back home,” he remarked.

"If they reach the Spire, the Sentinel dies! If the Sentinel dies, we all fall back into the ink!" Elian stood behind him, his small hands glowing with a violet fire that was beginning to turn black at the edges. The boy was the "Refined Ink," and the Drones were drawn to him like moths to a flame. "Grandpa," Elian whispered, his voice echoing. "The man in the water... he's stopping. He's letting go." The Third Choice Deep beneath the sea, the Mirror-Meilin leaned in close to the real Meilin.