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The flattery and awe that had once surrounded him had turned into pity and doubt. The entire pack grew restless under the strain of the Alpha's instability. Several Elders visited repeatedly to advise him, only to be driven away by his murderous glare. He became paranoid and stubborn, locking himself away in the empty house. One day, however, he discovered a name in a sealed, forbidden grimoire—the Blood Witches. They were a group of outcasts, shunned by both the werewolves and witches alike, practitioners of forbidden blood magic. He knew it was taboo, a pact with the devil, but he couldn't care less. To find me, he was willing to pay any price.

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The Void Sovereign’s glowing, pupil-less eyes shifted, locking onto Harper. "The Vanguard Imprint," the fallen god murmured, a terrifying, dark gravity pulling at the air around them. "My children sent a mortal vessel to judge me. But you carry a parasite, child. The man standing beside you is an anomaly. He is infected with the very Abyss you seek to destroy." "He's not a parasite," Harper replied, her voice ringing with absolute, unshakeable clarity across the dead city. She looked up at the colossal god, her grip tightening on Sebastian’s hand. "He's the man who's going to evict you."

"We aren't fighting for a story anymore. We’re fighting for the Marrow." I looked at my children, who stood strong and radiant in the glade. We were no longer characters in a romance or pawns in a war. We were a Dynasty of the Wild, and the 173rd chapter was the first page of a book the High Council would never be able to read.

The thing barely hesitated—it charged Haunter with a reckless speed that made no tactical sense, claws slashing through the air like a blade with no aim. He dodged low, raking his arm up with a sickle-shaped blade he conjured mid-step. It howled—high and broken—but didn’t stop. It should’ve stopped. “Cursed,” I said sharply. “It’s not just rogue—it’s infected.” “Looks like spell rot,” Haunter growled, grabbing its scruff mid-lunge and twisting it midair. I didn’t wait. I surged forward, jamming my dagger straight through its exposed ribs.

Anna called Henry into the room after her conversation with Lydia. She took out an ancient book and handed it to him. "What's this?" Henry saw three words on the cover—Holy Demon Scriptures. "This is the Holy Clan's highest practice, the Holy Demon Scriptures. I watched you fight the last time, and it seemed like you also practiced the Infernal Scripture. "The Infernal Scriptures is only a part of the Holy Demon Scriptures, and it's not as advanced and perfect as the Holy Demon Scriptures, so I retrieved this for you," Anna explained.

She sat cross-legged with her eyes tightly closed, a mysterious aura emanating from her. Andrius understood that Halle had once again begun accepting the inheritance. The inheritance process came just in time. Boom! Rumble! Swoosh! As time passed, the Apocalypse Insect grew weaker and weaker, but its struggles became more and more intense. Each time it shook its head, it slammed fiercely onto the ground. Crack... Splash... The corpses, insect bodies, and so on were all turned into powder in an instant. Even the ground was pockmarked with large craters and cracks.

“You can’t just leave without actually telling us anything, Leighton. We need to know what we’re up against. We need to understand…” He sighed out a breath. “The people that you are calling monsters were the original Havers, the family, their servants, tenants, and slaves. They were… infected,” he said the word through his teeth. “With this condition that makes them crave and need living flesh in order to survive. To prevent it from spreading beyond Havermouth, I cast a stasis spell upon a cave and sealed them within it whilst I searched for a cure. I have not found one yet.”

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.

A red flush returned to the cheeks of the young man as he was finally restored and the ugly, green mark on his neck slowly vanished. Everyone watched in awe, including the Three Friends of Winter, who had never once witnessed sorcery so potent yet so divine. No one was able to do anything to help any heretofore patient. Their loved ones could only watch helplessly as the infected slowly grew an ugly mark on their skin before they lost their minds, slowly becoming mindless fiends who craved only blood and carnage, seeking to sink their teeth into anyone in sight like rabid beasts as the infernal putrescence took hold. For months and days, everyone had tried all they could to remove any taint