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For the first time, many saw not just the goddess reborn, but the leader who might actually bind them into something greater. Jaiyana lifted her arms, letting her glow brighten ever so slightly, enough to catch every eye in the room. Her voice rose, carrying over the hum of anticipation. “Tonight, we stand together! Tomorrow, we train together! And when the time comes, we will fight together! We are the shield, we are the sword, we are the fire that will not be tamed! And I—Jaiyana, goddess reborn—will fight beside you, shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, until the darkness falls!”

I covered my mouth and screamed, as if I had just seen a ghost. 2 Perhaps Shia did not know who he was. But I recognized that face immediately. Thor, the God of Strength, son of Odin—one of the chief gods reborn in Asgard. Alongside Hodr, the God of Darkness, and Heimdall, the Guardian God, he belonged to the same battle unit. Together, they had slaughtered countless members of the Vanir. Though none of them individually matched Lan’s strength, the three seemed bound together in spirit and soul from birth. Whenever they appeared simultaneously within Vanir territory, no survivors were ever left behind.

Noel replied. “How was he able to take down four gods in a few minutes? I thought he was fatally wounded?” Alinta asked, and everyone’s gaze landed on Mariah. Asher growled, warning them not to try anything. “These two cannot move with the dragon scales in them. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Azura and I. And Alinta would be a fool to try to fight you,” Noel said with a smile. Asher said nothing, but he relaxed a little, his eyes going to the sky where Alaric could clearly be seen battling with Ramiel. It was obvious that Alaric was enraged; every attack was to kill, and Ramiel must be a strong god to still be able to avoid his attacks. It was a big fight; however, no one k

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

Kael growled, gripping his heavy Starved Iron polearm. I looked at the seven Vanguard wolves, at Elara, and at Cord. We were a strike team of nine people, armed with experimental weapons, preparing to march into a city of two hundred thousand terrified, isolated humans to fight an enemy made of liquid fire. "Valerius, you hold the capital. Keep the pulse strong. If we fail, you are the only thing keeping Aethelgard from falling into the dark," I commanded. I turned and walked toward the locomotive, my bandaged hands gripping the iron railing as I pulled myself into the cab.

Nothing could drive me mad more than seeing Piper humiliated. I roared and charged forward, smashing my fist into a bodyguard's jaw until it was dislocated. But Jude's men were trained professionals, so no matter how well I could fight, I was outnumbered. "Beat him to death; I'll take the heat if he's crippled! And don't forget the woman!" he hysterically screamed. To protect Piper, I forced her beneath me and took on the rain of fists, kicks, and swinging batons with my back. Every strike felt like it was landing on my heart.

A cathedral of pain masquerading as discipline. And at its heart, a table. Not for feast. Not for audience. But set with a single silver parchment. A contract. Velis stood beside it, silent and still, like a shadow made flesh. No armor now—no crown, no mask. Just tailored black, the shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a chest carved with centuries of war and pleasure both. He looked like a relic. A sin turned saint. A god that never forgot how to bleed. His eyes, twin embers of restrained hunger, flicked to Caelum’s awakening form. And then—he smiled.

"What did you say?" Divine Farmer was taken aback right away. His eyes were wide open as he stared at Darryl, and his head buzzed. "The fiends' supreme leader—Antigonus, Archfiend?" Darryl nodded and said, "He's extremely powerful. It had to be him. I can't be wrong!" The fiends were exterminated during the Great War between gods and fiends, and only Archfiend Antigonus and Morticia survived.

"Well done brave warriors, I am very impressed with the cooperation and teamwork you have shown. You may rest now!" The four of them knelt before Prince Arthur. "Yes my lord!" they said at the same time. They stood up and went to the corner. Another golgozur dinosaur came out again. Serban with zodiac sign cancer, Oshiro with zodiac sign Pisces, Balthazar with libra zodiac sign and Odysseus with Leo zodiac sign stepped forward to fight. "Should we use the same attack?" Odysseus asked as they approached the golgozur dinosaur.

*** Thorran's friend arrived the next day early in the morning. I was lingering in my room, packing my things when I heard a foreign voice speak from inside the suite. I've never heard that accent before, so curiously, I peak my head around the corner, seeing who will be helping Thorran track where the letter had come from. It takes me a moment to recognize who they are. It's Alpha Archer of the Freedom Pack. He looks so much taller in person and significantly more muscular than I've seen in in the books. He might not be as tall as Thorran, but he still looks intimidating. They don't seem to notice me watching from the doorway, so I keep quiet, observing.