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Especially when her pride was still stinging after being knocked out by this witch at the Royal Ball. “It seems like she is young. From the looks of the time she's taking to heal, the healer doubts that maybe she might haven’t frozen in her immortality yet.” At Mercy's answer, Vladimir rolled his eyes in disbelief. Immortals were extremely vulnerable before they froze into their immortality because they can be killed by fatal injuries in their early years. Most immortals froze into their immortality in their early or late twenties. Esmeray can’t be that young. She spoke and fought with such fearlessness and confidence that only came with age.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

Chad opened his eyes in shock amid his breakthrough, realizing that the impending heavenly punishment seemed to be directed at him and the millions of mystical beings beneath Mount Causabour. Suddenly, a thunderous voice erupted in the sky, as loud as a bolt of lightning: "Cut off the road to the heavens, seal the underworld; a red banner halts a million immortals, and a red star exterminates ghosts and demons! "Sever Yggdrasil, raise the grand array; a handful of Evergrow blocks the celestial river, and the vast multiverse bows to humanity! "By decree, this is a realm without immortals—those who seek to become true immortals, turn back!

the stranger blurted, “you are a mentor to the likes of me, you don’t have to kill yourself” “How dare you?” I shoved him against the wall and grabbed his neck, “who the hell do you think you are?” I tugged his hood off, his identity was immediately revealed. “Do you think a lowly wolf like you can dare to stand in front of me? How dare you put her life in danger with your silly pranks?” “We can not watch you kill yourself Adonis” he gritted, “you are an immortal, why do you want to end your life?”

You have your orders, find those that are marked and bring them to the island, the rest of them eliminated. A great roar went up as they organised into platoons and headed across the border nowhere would be safe for the humans they had brought about their own destruction. The Immortals were organised and powerful, they had immense strength and they had the numbers now that they had their Alliance the humans really did not stand a chance.

The next second, a rift surrounded by the waters of the abyss opened at my feet. I took one last look at the golden splendor of Olympus. From this moment on, I would fall back to the mortal world, bound once more to the cycle of life and death. We would never meet again.

The mass of experts neither heard their words nor saw their lips move, save for one. “Is that real, Madame Ais? Do immortals die?” Maru was terrified for the first time in months. How could immortals be dead? They were already immortals and would last even if there were no more rocks that composed the earth and the clouds that enthroned the heavens were no longer present. “Affirmative, Maru.” Madame Ais replied briefly. “Who has the power to end an immortal’s life?” Maru asked in confusion. His thoughts were a mixed clutter of fear and anxiety.

When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see are all made of gold When your dreams all fail And the ones we hail Are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale Natasha began shooting her paws with deadly claws against Morbius who easily saw it and dodged. he even blocked some of them but something else was happening around Natasha as a song began on radiating around her. "Is that..." Morbius slightly paused when he heard the song that was ringing all of a sudden around them. It was called Demons by Imagine Dragons but Natasha's strikes never flattered.

I shift in the chair, trying my best to calm down and let him talk. "Like you, she is..." he stops as I hang on his every word, "immortal." I only hear one word."Immortal," I repeat. "Like, she can't be killed?" He chuckles under his breath as if I said something funny. "Well, there are a couple of ways we, as immortals, can die, but essentially, yes." "Hang on, you said, 'we' so that means," I pause, taking in what he just said, "I am too?"

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”