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She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

It showed billions of these soft, pink creatures building cities, writing music, and reaching for the stars. And then, the final translation hit the central display. A date. A location. Year: 2026. Earth. Sol System. The silence in the lab became absolute. I looked down at my own hands—the black, jagged claws, the reinforced silicon plating, the glowing orange vents of my sulfur-breathing apparatus. I looked at Krell, a hulking nightmare of spikes and sensory stalks. The realization didn't come as a spark; it came as a crushing weight.

Nerd said. "That is Yang Dae-Su." he pointed to the young man who'd flexed; "That is Taeyang Cass, he refuses to go by his real name, so we are forced to call him Cass," he pointed to the boy in the black suit and full of arrogance. "That is Antonio Lucas Jeremiah Lebel. His Korean name is Lebel Jun-Seo but he insists we call him Jeremy." The nerd pointed to the blond drummer who gave a bright smile. "That is Rhee Min-Jun," the boy in complete white gave a soft nod. "The one presently knocked out would be Kyung Jiho, and I am Duskin Nighting."

"With pleasure, sir!" The Popobawa made a sign of inferni in the air, and I felt the magic loop around my limbs like Marinette strings forcing me to dance, Erika's limp body following. The Popobawa opened his limpet-like mouth, our pain filling him like a five-course meal at a Three Michelin Star restaurant. The cryptid was swollen with our anguish, once angular insectile body, now bloated like a tick's. His extra legs struggled to support his newfound bulk, as he danced about contorting us this way and that.

The demon hisses, looking frantically out the windows for any signs of the creatures. Oh, f**k me. Crawlers were a type of hunting beast, trackers, like blood hounds. They lived in The Deadlands of The Underworld, forbidden to enter The Mortal Realm because they were deadly and unpredictable. Crawlers were about the size of a six foot tall human with enhanced speed and strength, and looked like pinkish/red lizards minus the tail. They have no visible eyes, smooth skin, and have four inch claws that could easily shred flesh like pulled pork. Not to mention the mouth of razor sharp teeth they have and the five foot tongue they shot out like a freaking frog. I do not want to meet a Crawler even

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

The dark rose from the grave and in the remote area, outskirts of the Sunfort City, a cult appeared out of nowhere. All of them were wearing long black clocks, covering their heads and faces. As they all stood in the circle, one of them stepped forward and sat in the middle of the circle. The deserted place was abandoned for a long time and no one had ever thought of running through it. That place had become a home to a kind of creature, called The NightCrawlers.

These things feed on power and fear, the power that draws them to the strongest here, and negative emotions that are plentiful from the warriors who fear the beasts from the other world. “I’ll be fine,” I say, “I’ll take it-” A surge of sickening pungent darkness pollutes the air, and I jump back as another fissure opens in the ground and I see four crawlers that look similar to Azarakh rush forward. They are bigger than the others and look far more intelligent. They don’t care about power or attacking to kill all like the other crawlers. These have their dark, evil eyes fixed on me. “Hecate’s spawn…” one of them hisses before all four are in front of me, raising their knife-like claws.