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He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

: “Beautiful. Simply just beautiful, hehehehehe~.” End Of Chapter 6: A Seer Of Souls.

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

The extract of wolfsbane that Celeste gave me this afternoon. I met Celeste at the farmers market, where I am forced to go once a week, to sell any surplus vegetables and fruits. The pack need’s the money now more than ever. Over the years what started as a small vegetable garden, that was supposed to help feed the pack, has turned into a substantial plot that provides a large year-round crop. I notice her look at me from across the market. She smiles at me and I turn away from her attention. Suddenly she appears right at the front of me and I can’t help but gasp in surprise. ‘How much for your sage?’ Her voice is soft and her eyes sparkle in the sunshine. ‘Depends on how much you want.’ She

Mordechai It felt like sitting at the bottom of a mountain and waiting for the lava to come cover me. I could see the blazing red pouring down the side, inching closer and closer to me with every passing moment. It would come burn me any moment, but I didn’t get up. I didn’t run. Maybe I should have.

She must have thought he had abandoned her; or worse, that he was already dead. Sage leaned back and looked up and he saw the ceiling of the hall, tapered, and hundreds of feet high, he saw the hole through it, through which he saw the night sky, the stars, the crescent moon. It let in cool air through the place, and cooled down the frenetic swarming and buzzing of all his people. Sage saw the moon and knew his people still had a few days before the moon finished waning.

“Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?” “Sunlight is of nature and the primordial earth. Holy water is a substance of ritual and superstition, the same as your silver stakes and consecrated bullets. Such anointed weapons repel all creatures seen as ‘damned’, even a fallen saint such as myself. If you had a whole baptism font of this stuff, I would most assuredly shrivel away to nothing being plunged into the depths. This little an amount will just burn something fierce however, which is why I entrust it…” He walks up to the headboard and folds the corked bottle right into my palm. “to you.”

“We won bigger Liam” Amber shouted excitedly, flaunting her phone in his face; Liam's eyes widened in disbelief; they lost the world's best competition, but they gained a whole lot of hearts and a premium trade permit from a highly populated Asian country that barely issues one to companies.

Since Great Sage Gotaz knew his time to pass the mantle to one of his apprentices drew near, he decided on a test to see who was worthy of succeeding him as the new Great Sage. Naturally both Uflyn and Orius did their utmost best to impress their master, which made it even more difficult to choose the successor. Then one day an incident happened. One of the local wizards committed an atrocious act on the Firea Continent. The wizard in question was of SS-Class, and he slaughtered all of the cultivators which he could find. Great Sage Gotaz had a vision beforehand that something like that would take place, that's why he sent both his apprentices into the mountains to search for a rare herb. Ap

embodying the collective eagerness for what lay beyond. Maximus, the Cosmic Sage, stood at the forefront, his aura resonating with cosmic energies. Conversations among the cosmic assembly were filled with gratitude and reverence as Maximus addressed them. Simple words like "cosmic gratitude" and "transcendent wisdom" flowed from his lips, as he spoke of the interconnected destinies that had brought them to this pivotal moment.