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Clarissa teased, "Shy now, aren't you? It's inevitable." "What's inevitable?" came Lycan Erasmus's hearty voice from the door. His white musk pheromones surged in like a glacial blast, forcing the candles to lean. Dressed in a bright-yellow dragon-patterned war-mail with frost-wolf badges still dusted with snow, he'd evidently just left the conference hall. I stood up promptly. "Lycan Erasmus." As I bowed, my silver-blue eyes caught the tooth patterns on his golden war-boots.

The danger is always everywhere. "Y-your majesty, the young master is bored inside the room. Please forgive me if I let the young master go out." Margarett bowed immediately and did not immediately return to her position. "Mom, don't worry. That man made sure there are sentinels in every corner. If something will happen, there is always help." Aiden answered. I did notice that there were more sentinels on guard inside the palace. But even if Elijah fills the entire palace with sentinels, it won't do anything to Erenea. Erenea is a smart foe and to them, she is harmless. I can't even accuse Erenea because I don't have solid evidence against her. I cannot just say that she's planning treason w

The two flames collide into a gigantic explosion. Suddenly Eragon reared up on its legs. Its savage claws were sharp as dagger sliced through the thick black smoking air. He shoots several fireballs at Argon. Argon spread his wings as he lifts to up to the air dodging the ground-level fireballs shot by Eragon. Argon shoots a colossal blue fire explosion from his mouth in the air at Eragon swiftly descending in speed at him. Eragon open his eyes from the smoke. Above him, Argon swings his clawed feet and slammed Eragon face. The sheer force from his claws sends Eragon to the air crashing to a part of the Colosseum. cheers from the crowd as their king battle truimply.

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

Erik coughed to cover up a snicker and stopped just inside the door to give a slight bow. Erik hissed, then translated. "Magnus Nerrian." I tried to step around him. However, Erik subtly moved his body to continue to block me. Startled at his actions, I stepped back and watched him slowly gaze around the room as if he were expecting a ninja to jump out of the shadows.

I stepped closer until I wrapped my arms around him from behind. “What are you out here?” I murmured. He didn’t answer immediately, his hand just came up, resting lightly over mine. “Why are you here?” He chuckled. “I should be asking you.” "I’m thinking.” I rested my chin against his shoulder, “About?” He paused for a while, then—“ You know Eron, the one with the dirty blonde hair—“ I said nothing because I didn’t know who he was talking about. He continued, “Eron,” he said. “Third line. Favors his left side when he’s tired. Then, Martins, he’s more roughed up and energetic when he’s very scared. He just pretends he isn’t—“

Even though Martialgarde wasn't afraid, it would still be a huge hassle. "Stop!" At that moment, a furious roar shook the heavens. It was Egan. He couldn't hold back any longer. He charged toward Umbra atop his flamingo while the Fire Guards he had brought with him stormed forward. Draven snorted. "Egan, you want to meddle in this? Are you trying to die? For Apollo's sake, I'm telling you to scram right now. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!" Egan ignored him completely. His eyes locked onto the black-robed man, and he roared, "Release Ms. Crescent immediately, or you'll be making an enemy of the Inferno Order!"

Jorg smiled even as he remained standing, his bloodthirsty gaze flashing viciously as he raised his black machete and licked the blood off the edge. Eron was stupefied, and it took him a long while to regain his senses. "Oh, but… this has to be a misunderstanding!" he cried. "T-Things are amicable between my family and Sage Lake Sect, and I'm supposed to visit in a couple days to discuss my daughter's engagement with Maron Ocean. We're basically in-laws… did someone set you against me?" Sheer terror welled up within Eron as all sorts of possibilities crossed his mind, but he just could not understand why Sage Lake Sect was suddenly after him!

The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer pillars or avatras; they were Free, their laughter sounding like the first morning of the world. Eryx stood beside me, his Lament-Steel armor settling into a beautiful, jagged violet-black that pulsed with the steady beat of a wolf who had finally found his home. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of ancient pine, iron, and the Weight of One-Hundred Victories. "We’ve hit the century, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his crimson eyes filled with a terrifying, absolute love. "No," I said, looking toward the horizon, where the folded sky was opening into a massive, spiraling Nexus of Five-Hundred Gates.

Let the silence bloom like poison. Then Lucien stepped forward. “He won’t stop. Eryx was made for conquest. Not loyalty. Not legacy. You follow him, and you follow a man raised by ghosts.” Eryx leaned back in his chair. He was calm. Too calm. Until he stood. “I expected more theatrics,” he said, looking directly at me. “You want theatrics?” I asked. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the second cassette. This one had Reagan’s voice.