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I knew the sound of the answer before she spoke. “Alpha Balor has not abandoned you,” Evandra said, dirt streaked across her cheekbone like war paint she’d forgotten to wipe away. “Just because you do not see him outside does not mean he is idle. He works behind the scenes, mending rips that battles leave behind—the kind that cannot be seen with the eye. Strategy. Protection.” They bowed their heads—shame, assent, relief—and turned away.

Yehria steadied her breathing and conjured three shiny energy balls before her. Then, she cast the energy balls in James’ direction. James found the answers to his questions after he scanned the energy balls with his Zen. The Waitara Path’s soul spirit had given Yehria three items: the Xaadcel Armor, the Lyonors Crown, and the Jeltjorum Shoes. The Xaadcel Armor could be used to conceal the user’s aura and keep their identity secret.

Nerida surges forward—tentacles void-black, drinking essence. She slams into a swarm cluster, tentacles piercing carapace, sucking hunger dry. *Nerida Devour: fifteen percent Temporary Stats – Enemies Consumed: nine thousand four hundred* *Temporary Evolution: Void Tentacles – twenty percent Penetration* Rowan stands calm at the rear, grimoire blazing. Deep Script carves massive runes across the battlefield—glowing blue lines that slice swarm ships like hot knives through flesh. *Rowan Erasure Field: fifty-six thousand Enemies Deleted – Mana Cost: High*

The prince understood in simple terms, that the battle will be fought. He stood firm in the cleared circular space. Advancing further, he removed his dazzling sword from its sheath, and shouted, “Men of Muzagah! Today you have chosen to follow your leader to the grave. Your king has deceived you all. Do you choose to die for Banabella? This sounds stupid, you might say. Your king has channeled your souls to the pit of fire. Ah! Cursed humans. Today you will inherit what he has left as a legacy to you all. What he has bequeathed to his people – death. And I say this again, you are between death and a multitude of lions. Flee from death! I may consider giving you the chance to redeem your so

and with that she hung up. “You’re obviously not going to Edenvale alone”, Lena said, finishing up her nails “I’m going with you”. Dawn figured she was going to say as much the moment the Green Man was mentioned. “I guess there’s no way to convince you otherwise?” the blackette replied. “Fraid not”, Lena replied “you’re going to need all the help you can get to stop the evil foliage deity” she popped the top back on the bottle and jumped up from the carpet “and it just so happens that I have something that might help”.

I let my attention wander back to the box and tried to opened it without ripping the wrapping paper since it’s done so neatly. When I finally got rid of the wrapping paper, I opened what looked like a jewelry box and gaped at what I saw. It was a charm bracelet with 5 charms on it. There was a wing, a heart, a boxing glove and two circles with the letters “B” and “C” engraved on it. “It’s from all of us,” Cali piped up and I smiled at her, kissing the top of her head before looking at the bracelet again. “B for Bryant and C for Carla,” Maddison explained.

I could do that easily with my Aryan self. The first one had a whip made from tantora stone; the second had a mace of hard malachite, and the third had… wait, a crystal ball? It was a bit larger than his fist. He threw it up in the air and caught it, playing with it as he was watching me. “Careful with that ball, Xerra. I have a feeling that it isn’t friendly,” Ponpon looked up at me. “It’s just a ball, Ponpon,” I assured him. Then, I saw the third being’s malicious grin.

“Please?” The wind shifted. A low hum trembled through the air. The goddess stepped closer. “I cannot choose for you. But I will tell you this — when the time comes, you will not be chained. Not by him. Not by anyone.” Betty’s throat tightened. “You mean because of the mate bond?” she asked. The goddess didn’t answer. Not directly. “Even ancient chains break when faced with truth,” she said. “The rest will reveal itself.” And then, slowly, the dream began to fade. The silver winds died. The field dimmed.

Her eyes glowed purple, and powerful energy radiated from her in waves. As Sora knelt, catching her breath, Ursula crouched beside her. "Okay," Ursula whispered softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sora's face. "Your daughter will be strong, even stronger than you." Her golden eyes flashed with a warning. "Don't forget our deal, Sora. Don't forget.”

Although the Ballards were just an elite family from among the mystic sects, they were one of the five tomb keepers of the ancestral dragon and had ruled over Nimodies for hundreds of years. There weren't many elite families in the Holy Grandia who had maintained control over a state for so long. Although the Ballards were also on the decline, they still had authority. None of the numerous governors in Nimodies dared to disrespect them. Even someone unimportant in the Ballard family could crush the whole of the Amethyst Cloud Citadel. "How can people like us ever meet the Blessed Child? Let's forget that idea." Norbert took out the keys to the Kissons' treasure vault and handed them to Harla