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Old, ancient power. “This is it,” Hayden said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The text is sealed within.” Ava approached the altar cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “How do we get it out?” Hayden shook his head. “I’m not sure. I’ve never been able to unlock it. But maybe... you can.” Ava hesitated, then stepped closer, her fingers grazing the surface of the altar. As soon as her skin made contact, a surge of energy rushed through her, hot and wild, like lightning crackling beneath her skin. She gasped, pulling her hand back.

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

“Oh, God, help me!” These were not simply monsters—they were an infection. More infected crewmen approached from either end of the hallway, blocking our path. Alkin and Ezekiel were cutting through as many as they could, but the infected outnumbered us greatly. An infected man limped towards me, his throbbing flesh covered in what looked like teeth.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Thorin Parker.” Thorin swallowed hard as he shook Daniel’s hand. “Yes, of course, your Majesty.” Daniel slapped his hand on Haldir’s shoulder. “See you soon, old friend.” Then, Daniel walked a few paces towards the woods and misted into the night. Thorin looked at Haldir and asked, “What in the hell, Haldir? You didn’t think it was important to mention that my mate is Daniel Darke’s only daughter and a goddamn psychic?” Haldir chuckled to himself as he pulled on his beard. “I had to make sure you wouldn’t try to run away.”

I told him I had gained the hellfire from the beast called Brian and Jinx looked surprised. "Only demons with Lucifer's blood can carry hellfire. How did he get it?" He asked and I explained that Ezra had been a captive of the golden blood project and he said, "wow." He told me that it was shocking what humans were becoming capable of doing with the cryptids. I nodded in agreement and my eyes looked up when I sensed movement. Harper was standing there looking down and wringing her small hands.

She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her. “What's so cool about that? Is it that so cool to be dead after being bitten by that thing. And besides, don't listen such a false news. There is no such thing exist. You're probably crazy.” I shook my head. She really need some help with her mental health. By the way, she's Elisa. My closest friend. “Didn't you hear the news that the woman had a bite on her neck?” She asked. So what? I don't believe that.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

"You always choose the tragic ending." He plunges a blade into the Hunter's core. --- **The Hollowing** The courtroom shatters. We crash back into the tower, the Hunter convulsing as black veins spread from the wound. The Apostle watches, fascinated. "The Seed's fighting the infection. Will it purge him... or itself?" Veyra drags me back. "We need to go. *Now.*" The Hunter's form destabilizes, roots erupting to spear the Apostle. ***Take her... to the Node's heart...***

Marseille, France (June 2019) The Infected hissed, its deformed form dangling in front of Minho. The stench of blood and rotten flesh wafted in with the breeze coming in through the open window. Minho cringed, cursing the human senses lent to him. He aimed his arrow towards the monster. Sensing the impending shot coming its way, The Infected twisted its body to the side, swinging across the ceiling from one side of the room to another. Minho kept his hands steady, maintaining his target. He released the arrow, and The Infected screeched as its shoulder burst into flames. Its cries were mournful, reminding Minho of a wailing child. He wondered how old the creature was before it got turned.

He looked at the red veins glowing in the ground. "Until now. The Red Blood... it’s not just power, Elara. It’s **Corruption**. You’ve infected the Reaper Hive with humanity. You’ve given the dead ships a soul, and they don't know how to handle the weight of it." --- ### The Last Stand of the Stitched "If the Hive is infected," Silas said, stepping forward, "then why are we still drifting in the Void? Why are the conversion beams still active?" "Because the Hive is trying to 'Delete' the infection," Aris explained, pointing to the sky.