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But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

Maybe all this new information will trigger something. Laying back on her bed and closing her eyes, Keegan is about to get her wish. When she opens her eyes all she can see is smoke and flames surrounding her. “Keegan!” She hears an unfamiliar voice call to her. Turning around, she sees a woman on the floor with her back against the wall and herself rushing to her side.

She could feel him with her, his presence a steady anchor in the storm. As Amani carved her path through the battlefield, she was a whirlwind of lethal precision. She moved with predatory elegance, each strike a dance of power and skill. She ripped through her foes with ruthless efficiency, her claws and fangs tearing through their defenses, leaving a trail of defeated adversaries in her wake.

Who is this woman? “Am I looking ugly?" She asked. Her head slightly tilted. She looked down at her appearance and straightened up her crisp cloth. I part my lips and breathe out. “No. On the contrary you look beautiful." My voice came out scratchy due to the lack of water. “I am such an idiot. You need water." Instantly she gets on her feet and grabs the jug from the nightstand and fills the glass with water. She leans towards me and helps me to rise up. My back gets plastered on the head board. She brings the glass to the seam of my lips. I part my lips and start drinking.

she says coming closer. “Luca? My baby?” I ask, she is not my main priority right now I think, these two are. Her face turns pitiful and I know its bad news, “Luca the young man didn’t make it, but he deserved it, you have been off for a week so you didn’t know, but Emb your friend woke up, the man tried to kill her, the knife wound proved it and so did the hand signs on her neck, she says she was trying to run so he pulled her back by the hair but since she got a shot of pain killers as she was discharged today she was able to pull back but that led to the tumbling mess and he hit his head back, he didn’t make it, but that’s good riddance to bad rubbish, the court though will declare her in

The moment she got close to her, she immediately kicked her forward. Merak looked small and petite, but her skills had indeed been trained at a high intensity. It was a fierce and fast kick! When the woman heard the footsteps just now, she was already on guard, but she was still kicked so hard that she staggered and hit the shelf with her back. However, this wasn't the end of it. Merak charged forward again and sent another flying kick at the woman's chin. The woman's reaction was extremely quick. She extended her hand to block, but in the end, she was still no match and knocked over the medical supplies again.

She couldn’t take that she kicked a famous model on that… sensitive part. That just means… “I AM TOO AWESOME!!!!!” She screamed in victory. She was elated by the fact that she has defeated a certain High Profiled person – not to mention, she was going to tutor him as well. But that doesn’t change the fact that she hates him to the bones. She hates him to moon and back. She will never see him as a cool person because to her, he is a bastard. A freaking hot bastard. “I don’t care if you are hot, or if you are a model or the most sought – after male of the campuses, you are a bastard and that doesn’t change my hate for you, Lance Kim.” She muttered with pure anger.

Her voice caught for a moment, and she steadied herself, feeling Kaplan’s presence at her back and the warmth of the pendant against her chest. “And yet… here I stand. Some of you call me goddess reborn. Some of you doubt me, maybe even despise me. I cannot promise you that I understand why this is my path. I cannot promise you I am ready. But I can promise you this—I will fight with you. I will bleed with you. And if Durga truly lives within me, then I will not run from her power. I will use it to protect every one of you who dares to stand against the darkness.” The room was hushed now, every ear straining toward her, every breath caught in the quiet weight of her words.

My bones rattled with every hit. Inside me, Rina howled, tearing at my soul, trying to break free. But my poisoned body failed her. Through her kicks, the woman screamed, "Killer! You killed my mate! Die!" She didn’t stop. A kick to my ribs. Another to my stomach. Then her knee crashed into my back, forcing a broken groan out of me. "Slut! Murderer!" Another kick. The world spun. I tried to crawl away, but my limbs wouldn’t listen.

"You think you can—" I squeezed. Hard. Her eyes widened. The laugh died in her throat, replaced by a choked gurgle. Her nails raked my arms, face twisting in rage and panic. But I didn’t stop. Tears streamed down my face. My vision blurred again—but this time with fury. I won’t be your toy. I won’t be anyone’s victim. Her kicks slowed. Her hands grew weaker. Her lips moved—silent words. Pleas. Curses. But I couldn’t stop.