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Kirou looked around as soon as his vision returned to him. He was currently near the center of a rural village. Though it has been at least a full week since Immortal Era was launched, you could still find quite a few people moving around the village. As Kirou was surveying his surroundings, a Lycan reminiscent of an old man approached him. "Hello and welcome to Elderwood Village, young one. I see that you are new here. I am called Old Wolf." The old man now identified as Old Wolf gave Kirou a polite greeting.

Hearing Stephen sprouting all this nonsense Elder stood up and slowly stepped downstairs from his throne. " YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK HERE INSULT ME AND MY GREAT-GRANDSON AND CLAIM HIS MATE HIS YOUR OWN. THEN YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING " Elder's emotionless cold voice boomed throughout the court followed by low shocked gasp from some council memebers. Hearing him calling Leonidas his great-grandson shocked Stephen, while colour drained from Frank's and few other council members face. They knew very well that Elder was the last ancient pure-blooded Lycan who were created by the moon goddess herself but what they didn't know that Leonidas was his descendant as he never mentioned it before

He had felt neutral before he closely observed David, but when scrutinized the latter, he was shocked. He could not see through this guy in front of him. It was as if there was a layer of fog wrapped tightly around David’s body, preventing him from revealing anything. The old man was a powerful Eternal Realm mid-Sovereign Ranker, but he could not see through a young man. This kid was not simple! “I was too careless. My name is Elmer Whitlock. What is your name, son?” The old man asked. “Old Master Whitlock, you are too modest. My name is David Lidell!” David replied.

A figure rose to the sky and shouted, which made Earth warriors spit blood. As he spoke, he arrived before the battlefield. "Greetings, Elder Ancestor!" All of the people of the Immortals knelt. This was an elder with a haggard and ugly appearance. He looked like a dried corpse, yet the aura he emanated caused the others' divine souls to tremble. He was an Empyrean Immortal. He was even more terrifying than the Fifth Fiend Supremacy and the Third Blood Supremacy. No one expected such an old monster to appear.

It’s no wonder Dom charged Elder Rothgar with choosing the new Elders. Nine Elders were sworn in. However, there are ten names posted. I scroll down and stop on the last name. I blink. A slow smile spreads across my face. I walk into his study, where he is hunched over reports and screens again, muttering darkly to himself. I hold out my phone and show him the name. He looks at it. Dominicus Amadeus. He scowls immediately. “Rothgar,” he hisses. I laugh. “He didn’t tell you?”

Manor added. " Wait! So no one has been to her lab before?" I exclaimed. " Well, the Grand Elder Versions has." Galahad said as he took a sip from his tea. " If they were created to replace Misaki and are called these Grand Elder Versions then what are the rest of you called?" Kagome asked as she pointed at all versions present at the dining table. " Well Me, the prick V5, that moron V6, and the punk Manor are known as the Elder Versions and we watch over the kingdoms. " Galahad answered.

He was the lord of the rogues, and no mere female had the power to make him cower. Silence settled in the hall as the elders looked at the breeder. One of them stood. The high elder. He gaited to where the breeder stood and circled her. “What is your name, female?” High elder Takoda asked. The breeder trembled and muttered with shaky lips. “Isolde Hawstrings.” “Isolde,” Draco whispered under his breath, tasting the name. He hated how he loved it. That made him swear never to address her by her name.

Chapter nineteen : Crossroads of Fate Returning to Bellford as autumn leaves drifted, the couple found a letter awaiting them—sealed with a foreign crest. Inside, an emissary of the old Ember Council an aristocrat named Countess Aurelia Sforza offered an ultimatum: “Join us in restoring true power, or be cast out forever.” Isabelle’s hand trembled as she read. Alexander closed the study’s shutters against the dying light. “She wants us to resurrect the old rites,” he said, voice tight.

Eldin narrowed his eyes and fanned himself with a vague smile. "Really? So do I really look as weak as the ones you care to mention?" The purple-robed hag turned even paler and communicated, "Please, Nineteenth Elder! Stop talking if you want to live!" She was certainly panicking, but for the elder of an Imperion clan, it was only natural that he behaved so self-importantly. Whether it was the Greater Yellowflame or all of Imperia, the Solos stood above the rest, not to mention that they were one of humankind's ten sentinel clans!

These ones were carved with wolves and moons and ancient runes. The council chamber. He pushed the doors open. The room was round, with a high ceiling and a massive table in the center. Twelve elders sat around the table. They were old, all of them. Gray hair and lined faces and cold, watchful eyes. They wore dark robes with the Blood Moon crest stitched on the chest. At the head of the table sat the eldest of them all. A man with a long white beard and eyes like winter steel. This was Elder Aldric. I recognized the name. He had been the head of council for decades. A man who had served three Alphas before Hector. A man who thought he was untouchable.