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Noah asked, but the dark glare Ergon gave him was enough for him to know something was definitely wrong. "What is it?" Noah asked, and Ergon burst into hysteric laughter. "What is it?" He repeated Noah's question. "Tell me the damn truth Noah, have you seen Valeria?" Ergon asked, but Noah fell silent. "Fucking say something!" Ergon growled, he dipped his hands into his pocket and he took out a white sheet of paper. He bent down his head and sniffed the contents of the nylon into his nostrils. He was actually taking drugs.

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.

"And what does Princess Elara think of all this?" Jagger shrugged. "Who knows? Royals rarely get a say in their own fates. But she'll put on a brave face, as they always do." I flipped through the pages, marveling at the intricate illustrations. "It's strange, isn't it? To have your life mapped out for you." "Indeed," Jagger mused, his tone unusually reflective. "That one covers the histories of dragons." He pointed to the book I clutched in my hands. "What do you know about dragons?" I asked, taking the last bite of my marchpane before joining him on the long chair. I settled in, resting the book on my legs, and began flipping through the pages, each one revealing dragons of various colors,

Eron suggested. "You know I don't want to touch others!" Master Hero blasted out annoyed. "Hi!, can I join your group? I'm new here in the university," a gorgeous girl standing infron of them. ""Oh sure, we have our girls there. You can introduce yourself to them. I am Eron. He is Young Master Hero," Eron said and introduced himself. "I'm Girly Rada, glad to meet you Eron, glad to meet you Young Master Hero," Girly extended her hand to hanshake Eron and Hero. Eron handshaked with her but Master Hero did not extended his hand nor look at Girly.

The Archon Ergonus was afraid. Staring at the dirt below him, he contemplated his decisions, his role. The pride and glory that his position brought him. What did it mean? It all seemed to be pointless. “Ergonus.” Another of his warriors approached him. Guldar’s armor was showing weakness. The living leaves and vines that comprised of his helmet were no showing sings of graying. The miniature gardens of grass that once grew on the trenches of his armor was now torn, what remained had withered and died.

my father questioned. “Because we need to save my mother first. Our enemy is a bigger deal than we could’ve ever imagined,” she replied. King Aragon turned to King Brennus, shooting him a look. “Carlton is Eligor.” “As in the dark wizard from Advalur?” my grandfather asked. “The very one,” King Brennus confirmed. “How is that possible?” my father asked.

Those were the recollections that would change his life forever. In his mind, fragment memories went vivid. Those times when Erganiv was not yet built. A time when it was just a part of the vast continent of Alegerio. Eleand recognized King Airoh and the book he held was none other than the King’s Grimoire…

“Maybe I should handle it instead.” Adrian quirked an eyebrow. “Is that so?” he asked. He hopped down from the exam table as well, and now they were standing just inches apart. Eric was a little taller than Adrian, though. “You may have more followers, Eric, but what makes you think that a bunch of playboys would turn into repeat customers?” Eric simply scoffed. “You mistake some of the best warriors in the camp for common playboys.” “I don’t deny that they’re good warriors,” Adrian said slowly. “And maybe that’s the issue. Rowena could be helping lower tier warriors who actually need the guidance; these playboys of yours would only have sexual ulterior motives anyway.”

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

She was very wrong. “What do you mean by that! Y- You crazy girl! You’ve basically made a pact with devil! I told you not to speak to that man!” Her pale face was ashen, her hands clutched her head at her approaching migraine, but most of all, she prominently glared at Alexis. Then as if losing all hope her hands fell dramatically to her side, “The Kaedmen Empire has no hope…” she muttered with desolate eyes that stared up at the ceiling, searching for some kind of light. Hector was also exactly the same, except a much more milder version. He pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed expression as he summoned mountains of book. Some related to Vampires and others that might just help th