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Replied Fuschia indifferently. “Ah, that's not it. It’s just, most of the other nobles will grimace and ignore me when they find out who I am.” Fuschia confused. She tilted her head. On the other hand, Elysian smiled, but his smile seemed to be hidden a scar. “I am the illegitimate child of the Marquise Bellrose. My biological mother is a commoner.” Said Elysian, bowing his head. “So?” Fuschia getting confused, “Does he want me to sympathize with him, or what?”

Elysia, looking at the illustrations of past guardians, mused, "But why me? What is it about my essence or destiny that places me at this juncture?" Malachi, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, replied, "Every guardian has a moment, a test that defines them. This is yours, Elysia. And we'll face it together." Isolde, her gaze fixed on a particular symbol, exclaimed, "Wait! This emblem, it's akin to the one near Elysia's figure. It's associated with the realm of dreams and visions. Maybe we can seek answers there." Ezra, excitement evident in his voice, said, "The Dreamweaver! An ancient realm where the past, present, and potential futures entwine. It's risky, but it might provide the

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

Burke bellowed, his voice booming, drawing everyone’s attention. Lancelot and Rui subtly stepped back a few paces, maintaining their distance from him. We don’t know this guy! “We’re number 2!” A petite girl wearing a pink hoodie, with fair skin and a delicate face, cheerfully hopped forward, waving a number 2 slip in her hand. Lancelot thought for a moment and recalled some details from the past few days. Elisa, 13 years old, B-level potential, a hybrid esper with physical enhancement and mental manipulation powers. She had been in the training camp for three months and was quite strong.

He draws a breath that takes too long, like he is pulling oxygen through water. “No,” he says, his voice steady through sheer force of will. “She doesn’t. She hasn’t found her mate yet. Only then would her power awaken.” “And if she does? If she…” Eliana’s voice drops to a whisper. “Out of all places, Elias. Why Mystic Valley? Why the one territory where the banished heir of our greatest enemy—” She stops herself, biting down on the rest of the sentence. Elias guides her to the couch. They sit together, his hands folding around hers. Her fingers will not stop moving inside his grip, tapping anxious rhythms against his palms.

She wondered how come there was such a domineering person in the world. She thought that she would never believe that it was true hadn't she seen it with her own eyes. Eliza said to Lucas again, "Senior, Master of the Thunder God Organization is a Gene Fighters at Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm." ... Lucas smiled calmly and said, "Isn't he just a Rank 1 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Gene Fighters? We don't need to be afraid of him." Hearing Lucas' words, Eliza was even more shocked!

They all gasped as they saw me, and I wondered what was wrong. “She is white.” I heard Alessia say. I looked at her and bent my head, is that something good or bad? ‘We are white wolf Andrea, nobody is pure white here.’ Eliza spoke up. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘We are direct descendants of the moon goddess, and she made us with a lot of care, attention, and power’ ‘So we are powerful’ I asked, and she giggled. ‘Yes, and I told you I was beautiful right? I awed your friends.’ Cocky much.

Others flew above, breathing ash. And then came the elemental war tribes. Sand-skinned creatures riding storms. Women with water-blades swirling around their arms. Children of lightning, eyes glowing with electric rage. It was a cataclysm. And standing on a rocky ridge, overlooking all of it—Elias. Dorian stepped beside him, wiping sweat from his brow. “They’re not stopping.” “They won’t,” Elias said. “The cracks opened too wide.” Lucian walked up next, blade resting on his shoulder. “Some of them were waiting for this. You know that.”

Mikasa spoke up, she felt that the people accompanying the Minzy were all powerful people, and the energy and power fluctuated around different from other vampires. Minzy smiled, and she introduced herself: "Everyone, this is my relative, Mrs. Mikasa." “Mikasa, this is my new family, Augustus, Sharmaine, Edsel, Zelda, Eli, Christopher, Eric.” "Hi." Edsel is friendly, he knows these people are all good people. They are here waiting for Minzy. He remembers Minzy's plan, they will rescue Nike Lyn's power from the bottom of the sea. Mikasa is surprised but she is also glad that Minzy and Minzy have had such an unhappy life. Her adoptive father was dead, and she herself was imprisoned. Minzy, for