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Devours me. This isn't mere obsession. It’s not some whim. It’s her. Our fated mate. Mine. My brothers’. The soul that has belonged to us since before this life. There’s something about her that pulls at me mercilessly. Something primal. Instinctive. Savage. I couldn’t just sit still and wait for fate to correct its mistake. So I did what I do best: I tracked her. I found her address. I infiltrated her apartment. I became her shadow. Her silent observer.

“Your humanity. Your soul. The things you hold dear will fade, but in their place, you will be unstoppable.” I hesitated, my thoughts racing. Did I care about humanity? About love? The only thing I wanted was strength—enough strength to crush Kaida, to make Atlas regret ever rejecting me, to claim the Crescent Moon pack as my own. “I accept,” I said, my voice steady. The moment the words left my lips, the artifact’s energy exploded around me. I fell to my knees as visions flooded my mind—battles fought and won, wolves bowing at my feet, Atlas and Kaida kneeling before me in defeat.

"Prove to me for the next months that you are the next rightful owner of my title. For now, I acknowledge your will to live. I am Azul Refirtaum, the Lord of Shadows and the Conqueror of the Dead. Welcome to my eternal prison." It was so nostalgic that the memory made her grin as she pulled the string of her bow for the last shot. She aimed it on the center of the shield. As she release the arrow with a loud whistle, the shield she'd been practicing with for five years cracked. Stunned, she squinted her eyes to make sure that it really cracked. And it really did. Astonished, she looked back at Azul. "Azul! Look! It cracked!" she excitingly exclaimed.

He whispered and I shook my head as tears fell from my eyes. “He is feeding off the souls that he is killing, Arturo.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The man is using dark magic to grow stronger by their souls.” “Sienna, what are you talking about?” He asked, trying to process what I was saying; however, my vision blurred as the effect of morphine made my head spin. Taking in the situation, Arturo shook his head and tightened his arms around me. I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, making Arturo curse under his breath before he put his arm under my knee.

Morello nods to the words I don't say. "It is all in your hands, Arturia, to avenge the death of your Pa. You have decided to do that at your own selected day. And truly it is your choice to make, but we must not err on the side of sentiment. Don't let the Grants slip from your fingers. You are one of Corpa Dio's finest soldiers, you are the daughter of the great Paul Cruz. It is imperative that you succeed, Arturia. You have to kill Jasper Grant." ***

Caiathus said. Bandore yelled at him, and his skin started to glow red. Caiathus simply smirked before his skin began to glow a brilliant white. He threw his arms out at Bandore who was decimated into absolutely nothing. He won and blocked the tracker for me. It was surreal, and I would think I was hallucinating if this did not seem so real. Caiathus turned to me and walked closer to where I stood. He placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head to me. He looked back at me, and the soul that I saw through his eyes was pure and beautiful.

Sora smiled coldly, leaving the area with an aura of satisfaction. I touched the stones with my fingertips, hearing the desperate screams of the trapped souls. I closed my eyes, connecting with them. A thin fracture formed in my mind, allowing me to feel each captured soul. Carefully, I opened one of the stones, releasing the souls. They nodded in gratitude before disappearing. I smirked slightly, realizing there was a way to free the souls without the dark guardians noticing. I needed to be cautious, releasing them little by little to weaken the dominion of the dark forces.

Those monsters were now finally coming to attack human civilization. My plan was to use the towers to kill them, capture their soul, and finally conjure a undead soldier. I wouldn't be resurrecting them in the traditional sense, but rather creating something new, something monstrous and powerful. An army of undead soldiers, fueled by the rage and hatred of a thousand fallen beasts. [Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls

As Landon curled his fingertip, a thread of power locked onto Antonius' soul and began to draw it out slowly. "You hurt her, so I'm going to tear your soul apart. You'll have nothing left to move on and reincarnate." There was a soft, quiet sound, and Antonius' soul came apart in midair. It dissolved inch by inch until even the last fading echo of a scream was gone. And with that, every last one of the black-robed attackers who had touched Aria was tortured and killed.

The necklace could have been dragged further away before sinking, if it was ever to. A sharp uncomfortable noice suddenly pierced into his ear and Scott fell down, holding his ears. His brain then started vibrating and he felt and excruciating migraine. He could not stand it anymore. "Arthmata, Arthmata needs you..." a feminine whisper out of nowhere said. It was actually as if the woman or whoever it was was standing right next to him. "Who are you? Leave me alone!" Scott shouted. "Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmataaaaa." the voice had now taken an agonizing tone.