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Made sure the edges were even. I hadn't met a single person on this team yet. I'd been on campus for eleven hours. I'd unpacked half a duffel bag in a room that smelled like someone else's laundry, eaten a granola bar in the parking lot because I'd missed dinner, and driven here on three hours of sleep and a very specific kind of anger that I had learned a long time ago to keep quiet and useful. My dad used to call it the right kind of anger. The kind that doesn't burn out fast. The kind that goes into your feet.

The world was dying in shades of crystalline blue. The rising sun should have brought warmth, but as Elara stood in the center of the ruined rink, the heat of the morning felt like a distant memory. The "Ice Core" wasn’t just a name; it was a physical transition. Where the Berserker had been a sun-bright rage of fire and blood, this new power was a silent, crushing vacuum. It sucked the energy out of the air, the moisture from the breath of her mates, and the life from the very ground beneath her.

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Alex winked as he reached for tequila from the bar. "Man, she's wild," Ivan chuckled, and Kevin's gaze followed him, only to see multiple scratches on Alex's neck. Kevin scoffed and chugged his drink. Unsure, Alex touched his neck, and a low groan escaped his mouth. "All women are wild," he responded unbothered, continuing to run his fingers mindlessly over the bruises. "I disagree, not all of them," Kevin couldn't help but get involved, his tone confident and firm as usual.

I can no longer control my response even though I know it's wrong. This time, the white light is a combustion of energy that ignites the room. The heat is everywhere. I scream in pain - the burn so intense my flesh seems to melt. Tyboll's roar is no less painful. He falls against my back and holds me to his burning flesh as his shouts continue. We are dying. The Goddess is punishing us.

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Koji said. Franz feels irritated as his existence is ignored because of this retarded quarrel. “Don’t fight right in front of your real opponent, you asshole! This is my fight” Franz launches a snake from his left hand. “DID YOU KNOW THAT FLASHBACK IS AN IMPORTANT PART, AND I DON’T WANT TO MAKE THOSE IN ONE FUCKING CHAPTER. AREN’T YOU THE IDIOT ONE WHO ASKED ME TO MAKE THIS STORY HAVE MORE THAN 100 CHAPTERS?!” When the snake almost bites me, I swiftly grasp the head and slam it to the sand along with Franz.

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Ice erupts from the ground like a living beast, devouring the room in jagged, ruthless hunger. Spikes explode in every direction, sharp as spears, glistening with lethal intent. The walls freeze over in an instant, a thick layer of frost crawling up like veins of an ancient beast awakening. The very air stiffens, every breath clouding white. Oliver, Brian, and Lucian barely manage to avoid the deathly onslaught, their movements sharp, instinctive. One warrior isn’t as lucky—a jagged spike rips through his arm, another through a leg, blood staining the pristine ice in crimson streaks.