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“You’ll keep yourself mobile. You’ll keep drawing eyes away. You’ll try to outmaneuver a system built to metabolize you.” He reached into his coat and withdrew a small, sealed vial. Inside, a dark smear clung to the glass. Token. Tharien’s vision tunneled. The bond flared hot—Nori’s presence like a remembered warmth—and then the cold pressure returned, slicing at the edges. Lorak followed his gaze. “She will consent,” he said quietly. “They always do—once the pain is engineered correctly.” The room felt colder for the certainty in his voice.

She was unhappy to hear Arta the Immortal praising Darryl. Darryl noticed her expression and paid her no mind. He got up and said, "It's time for me to leave. Please take care of yourself, Arta." Darryl could tell that Arta the Immortal had spent almost all of his fairy soul power to resist the Immortals Trap Formation's suppression, making him extremely weak and in need of recuperation. "Very well." Arta the Immortal nodded and got up to see Darryl off. After taking two steps, his whole body suddenly started shaking, and then he fainted to the ground.

His accusatory question silenced the crowd. Now that it was clear Sebastian was the Blessed Child, no matter how many of them there were or how different their levels of skill were, they knew they wouldn't be able to kill him. Besides, Sebastian had a Devora at the Soul Awakening stage as his soul servant! Devoras in the Eldoria realm couldn't be hurt by weapons. Their bodies were as strong as steel. How terrifying would one be at the Soul Awakening stage? As everyone remained silent, Arnaud turned back to Hugo and said, "Hugo, I don't want to kill you today. However, I would like you not to interfere with our family affairs in the future.

Just as he was about to test the full capabilities of the Devouring Sky Demon Art, his expression suddenly changed. "Damn it… Why do I have a Nascent Soul in my core?"

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

] [Dorime has learned: Painting lv 1] [Thanks to the efforts of [Dorime], Your Army began to create their own culture! [Artistic sense (Art) stat unlocked!] [All of your soldiers gained +1 Int. +1 Art] [Dorime obtained +2 Int. +1 Dex. +2 Art.] [Artist role unlocked!] [Artist: Units that express beauty and strength through art. Art can buff allies and debuff enemies at the same time, depending on the [Artistic sense] stat. +5 Art. +1 Dex.] "Well done, Dorime!" David cheered at the little rat, who was still sleeping on the back of his golem. "Take him to rest, avian golem." The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house.

" Nevra wiped her tears and held Altan's hand. He was right, but his hands were tied. There was nothing they could do. He didn't want it either, but his hand was bowing his neck like a prisoner and consenting... one After stroking his horse's neck and checking it, the young man got on and went away from the mansion. As the horse accelerated, he bent down and narrowed his eyes. This is the only way he could get rid of the distress inside him, even if it was a little… The horse ran as it ran, but it still couldn't get out of its own land. If he did, he would breathe easy, as if he had come to a new life in another life. He quickly passed through the workers who gave life to the arid lan

As her brush glided across the surface, she felt a surge of pride, knowing that her artwork would forever bear her mark—a symbol of the time, effort, and love she had poured into its creation. Stepping back to admire her work one last time, Ayana felt a smile spread across her face. The portrait of Adam stood before her, a testament to their friendship and the profound impact he had had on her life. It was more than just a painting—it was a reflection of the bond they shared, a celebration of the beauty and depth of their connection.

Athesmos reached for his small dagger and threw it in Gouria's direction but before the sharp object got to him Kairos had come to stand in front of him and the dagger had run into the man's shoulder. "You joined him?" Athesmos stared at Kairos whose arm was bleeding profusely. "I have no more use for you both and I wonder what would have befallen your precious soulmate even as we speak." Athesmos raised his sword to strike as more men came into the room Kairos was badly injured and even if he tried too hard he couldn't take them all down by himself. Gouria would help but would be useless since he could never take life. Gouria feared for their lives and he made a wish upon himself and for th

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.