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But through the speakers, my consciousness erupted in a demonic, distorted howl of gold static. The aurora above the city turned a violent, vengeful crimson. "Ryan," my voice boomed through the mercury, a rhythmic, digital hum that shook the valley. "I hope you kept the receipt for your soul." "Because I'm coming to rip the wiring out." The 1.5-meter chain on the floor—the one Kael had once worn—suddenly stood upright, vibrating with a lethal intent. The audit was over. The war for the Mother's heart had just returned to the flesh.

Keeping a firm grip on my wrists. I screamed at the pain, I screamed for what was to come. “Keep screaming, I like it when they scream.” I had my head turned away and eyes shut but when he said that, it wasn’t him talking, it was his beast. I dared to look at him and what I found was Aodh, God of the underground himself staring back at me with an evil grin. Eyes as black onyx, deep and monstrous.

Gurudza appears right behind him and he quickly turns and blows fire out of his mouth. Gurudza caught off guard by the fire is burnt by Wrath to a crisp on the spot. A success and relief blow on Wrath for a successful rout defeating the demigod. He turns to return to his mission. “Where do you think you are going, beast!” Gurudza’s voice echoes from everywhere and Wrath looks up in the sky searching for the person who is talking. The burnt-out body he had successfully countered slowly disappears into thin air, “I am pretty sure I would enjoy fighting you minion but,” he descends from the sky landing on his knee, “I have no time for you right now!”

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"So, this is he? The so-called Druid King? Part wolf.... part God... Or so they say..." I swallowed hard as I examined the second one. A God. He had to be judging by his aura. The power radiating from him was almost suffocating as his red eyes glared into mine. The third was silent, observing from the back through eyes of pure obsidian—Darker only slightly than his skin. The shadows that seemed to surround him made him look almost ghostly. I realised I was both outnumbered and outpowered. "Time to poke the bear..." I thought to myself as I forced my lips into a snarl.

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Tori replied, "The newly appointed God of War, Sirius Davidson, is here. Magnum's injury looks quite tricky. The driver, who knows the truth, has gone mad, talking nonsense. No one knows how Magnum got injured." That surprised Chad. He asked, "What do you mean? The driver should've seen how Magnum got injured, but it shouldn't drive him mad, right?" Tori sighed and said, "We're puzzled too. When the driver returned and was asked what happened, he said he encountered glowing immortals. It sounded like gibberish."

And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dragon voice, or a gruff, booming giant. One afternoon, I walked in to find him holding a weighty tome titled "Ancient Lunar Battle Formations." Lyra, perched comfortably in his lap, was gurgling with delight as he made dramatic gestures, narrating the movements of mythical armies with surprisingly expressive sound effects. "And then, the Great Wolf General, Grolf, howled a mighty HOWWWL!" Alaric boomed, then immediately softened his voice to a tiny squeak, "And the tiny, cowardly goblins, the

I waited nervously as ambulances passed me by, one after another. I knew it was not going well. Meanwhile, Ruby and Danny were nowhere to be found by this time. - The next morning, the boss's roar shook the entire office. "Do you even understand that truth is the first rule of journalism?! No explosives and no casualties? Who told you that?! You can't even make this up in your dreams!" Documents were hurled to the floor with a bang after they struck the door. Danny was hunched inside the office with a pale face, and all I could feel was satisfaction.

A figure emerged from the settling dust. Lucien took one slow, unhurried step forward. His body gave the faintest shudder. Then… Cough! A violent cough tore from deep within his chest. A mouthful of blood burst from his lips, splattering heavily across the shattered forest floor. The sound echoed through the sudden silence. For the first time since the battle had begun... The God of War looked as though he had truly felt the force of an attack. The Black Wanderers stared. Then, like a spark falling into dry grass… Excitement erupted through their ranks.