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he lifted one of his brows, his gaze raking over Erin's form. "She's one of the alpha's daughters," he lied still standing in front of Erin trying to hide Erin from Egor's prying eyes. "Who are you?" Egor asks again but this times he wants an answer from Erin but before she could answer, Duncan quickly intervened. "Why are you questioning her so much when this is clearly none of your business....you just popped in here like you own this place and now you're throwing questions at us? What's up with you Egor?"

Kyle circled behind, his eyes locked not on Chloe but on the circle binding Eira. Amid the chaos, Aeron locked eyes with his double. Clone Aeron stood with the same broad shoulders, the same black eyes, the same half-snarl curling his lips. But his scent was wrong — dulled, artificial, the faintest trace of magic tainting the air around him. The guards tried to close ranks, but Aeron’s voice cut through the din. “No. He’s mine.” With that sentence uttered by Aeron, the guards retreated and went to join forces with Ryan to take down Chloe.

Because I feel like he's just scaring me so that I don't think to approach Cerberus. Erigor's expression became serious and he suddenly removed his messy hair and showed me his cheek and neck. I saw there a big scar running from his left hip down to his neck. It was scratched by a large creature. "This is proof that he is not a good creature, Ales. I almost lost my life at the hands of the Cerberus you call. I just strayed into his territory, I almost paid for that mistake with my life." He explained to me that he seemed to remember how it happened because I could see anger and fear in his eyes.

sentence was that I didn't want to lose a piece of chess that I had worked so hard to sharpen. The hand that grasped the cauldron of Riven's shirt let go. The Eron now is not the Eron of the past. Will not only know how to make a vine to rely on anyone anymore. Eron will now walk on his own two feet, using his own strength to protect himself and those he loves. Brawen stepped forward, even with one eye, but enough for anyone who looked directly at it to be engulfed in that blue sea: I hope you can keep your word.

"There's the Artonac community. But you'll only reach it if you avoid the patrols near the Stone Valleys. This is your chance. If they recognize you, they'll protect you. Your stories are already spreading. And the truth... the truth will give them hope." Merlin stood, firm and resolute, and looked at me with something that wasn't doubt or nostalgia—it was trust. "Let's go," she said. I nodded, glancing one last time at the man who had saved us—or at least opened the door to the truth. "What's your name?" she asked him. The man paused, then spoke without blinking. "You can call me Eron." We closed the door behind us, stepping once more into the dense forest. The fog had begun to lift, thinne

Damp air rushed into the room, sharp with the scent of sea and iron, carrying an omen of something ill yet inevitable. No one spoke again. They each began to prepare in silence. ⸻ Eryx was the first to move. He shrugged off his black coat, soaked through with night dew, revealing the battle garb beneath. It was his old Second Legion uniform—faded with age, but still crisp, still disciplined. The dagger at his waist, the runic bands on his wrists, the insignia at his shoulder—all gleamed faintly under the candlelight. He checked his weapons with methodical precision, each clasp and adjustment executed like part of a ritual.

he felt at a loss for words, unsure of what to make of this. “Go and help them you big headed oaf and I better not see your face until you've severed that bitch’s headdddd” She cursed, the pain increasing with each passing second. “But—” he protested. “I said leave" her body ignited, with the flames increasing, the smell of burning papers and walls quickly rose. “You have to go, you're not helping. Go, I've got things covered” Sage chirped. Eros stood, placing a small peck on Aella's forehead, “I'll be back.” He turned and left instantly, afraid that just one more look at her and he wouldn't be able to leave.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

“Figured you could bury what is left.” “Why do you insist on showing me the error of my elder's ways? What can I do but what I am already doing?” She said leaning on her desk. Agora stood at 5’11 with a gorgeous but slender build. He red hair was held in a messy bun. Her yellow eyes glowed reflecting the light from them. “The error? Like they weren’t people at one time?” I scoffed. “Agora, I bring these heads to you and your like so you never forget and hopefully change for the better.” I turn to leave.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.