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“And because you cannot love me you have chosen to take away the one who loved and cared for me when you couldn't. I hate you. I hate you, Angus son of Williams. ” Avyanna had to take care of Angus without hurting the pack members. The surge of energy she felt could wipe off the whole pack in the twinkling of an eye. When Avyanna couldn't bear it any longer she transformed and let Vesta take over. Vesta was by far the largest wolf in the pack at the moment. She had never let Vesta take control while she was in avatar mode.

Ian suddenly spoke. Euphel looked at him with a confused expression. "The crazy boy who poked me in the eye and is all around me like a housefly," he explained, "His name is June Weng." Euphel’s lips stretched into a smile, "I think he is gonna be real special." Ian made a face. Euphel let out a laugh. Ian was about to head to his room when Euphel called him. He turned behind and raised an eyebrow. He could tell that whatever Euphel was going to say was something sincere. Although her present dressing contrasted her sincere speech.

In the midst of her anger, she unleashed her full Peak Tier 4 aura, it was so domineering that the moment she released her aura, there was a clear condensations of her aura around her, and it was even manifested into a a similar silhouette of an Athenan, fully donned with her battle armour. Athenan is the Goddess that Eloesan worshipped as their god and their true religions. It was believed that Athenan was the first royalty that lived in Eloesa Island, she has gave birth to this island, and also she was the ancestors to the Eloesa people and the one that inherited her bloodlines were the Qoon Family. It was believed that, Eloesan were born to be warrior, which also why they were born strong

He urged. The female voice came back on. “I am Zarya, Eulalia of the sirens. Any who carry the blood of sirens and any supernaturals who do not, but disagree with what has been done to supernaturals, follow your heart to me and help us fight. Spread this message.

“What the hell is that?” “An avatar,” Damian replied. “A partial construct—Carter’s physical projection.” The avatar tilted its head, its voice coming from multiple speakers at once. “Flesh wants to survive. Code wants to evolve. Which side are you on, Eli?” Eli fired. Bullets tore through the avatar’s torso, each impact leaving a spray of sparks and synthetic blood that evaporated instantly. The creature staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, it lunged forward, impossibly fast, striking Eli with enough force to send him sliding across the floor.

Ayla said as she smiled at me until the door shut before her. "My dear goddess, please step forward and receive the blessing of Gunnar, the god of war," Adler said as he lowered his head down to me while pointing to the center of the pool. I went down to the pool and went to the center, despite being confused, and the water suddenly rose and made a humanlike form before transforming into a person with black wavy hair, tanned skin, and ruby-like eyes wearing white armor with the insignia of a Winged White Lion. "Welcome back, Your Highness, goddess of the sun and the only heir to the throne of Nirvana. I am Gunnar, the god of war," the Immortal mumbled.

The gatekeeper nodded and let the two exit Heaven, leaving the masses kneeling before their god. This, too, was the power of faith. It was amassed not only by mortals but also by winged people. Those who worshiped another could gather the Power of Faith and cultivate it. Yawayer utilized this power to its fullest so he could tear into the fabric of reality, escape to another existence, and become immortal.

he stresses. She frowns with concern, glancing from him to me. “I admit I got a bit worried when I sensed the presence of a God approaching. Haven’t felt that kind of energy since I was turned into a visum.” “This is Azadou, the God of Malice,” Ayawamat introduces. I give her a stiff nod in greeting as her eyes widen considerably. “You…you’re the one who created the eyti,” she breathes in disbelief. “That’s correct,” I confirm with displeasure.

With a surge of will, she summoned the light within her, a brilliant pulse that pushed back the shadows. The ground beneath her glowed, and the vision shifted. Standing before her was a mirror—reflecting not only her face but the strength she had forged. "You have passed," Elyra's voice came, distant but clear. "The sanctum welcomes you." When Ava opened her eyes, she was back on the plateau, the sun just rising over the peaks. Elyra stood beside her, smiling gently. "You carry a rare gift," Elyra said. "The ley lines respond to your presence. But your journey is only beginning."

She stood at 5'9" with a well-toned frame and an Amazonian astatic with her choice of clothing. Her bare arms and back are covered with tattoos of different animals from many different cultures. Walking outside and directly to the tree Hevenly had previously used as a shadow gate then proceeding to lean against the tree and speak quietly bit loud enough for Hevenly to hear) I know you don't know me yet and I know you use Negativity as a resource for whatever your currently doing, so let me make myself clear. I am Evelyn Kamahazara. Or Athena in your native tounge. While I shall not interfere with you unless provoked, know that only the strong survive on this planet. So if you play with fire,