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“You became worse than them.” The stranger laughed softly. “Did I?” The sound was bitter. “You all call yourselves protectors because you hide your sins inside memories.” He looked around the chamber. “Look at this city.” His voice rose. “Everyone here was erased because someone decided they were inconvenient.” Celine felt a chill. The stranger pointed toward the hidden city. “You call this place a sanctuary.” He looked back at the Keeper. “I call it a graveyard for forgotten choices.” Seraphine tightened her grip on her staff.

A child hid behind his mother’s coat. An old man touched the scar crossing his throat. I remembered the drowned throne room. The crown. Raiken’s blood. Grandmother splitting the bond. But not this city. I closed a gateway, I said. The woman who had spat laughed bitterly. You closed yours. She pointed toward the canals. Black water moved beneath the bridges. Shapes drifted within it. Bodies. No. Statues. Thousands of stone figures lay beneath the surface, their hands raised toward the city above.

The city lights dimmed. The alarms echoed endlessly. Then she looked at them. Not as strangers. Not as successors. As heirs. Then she whispered: "I'm running out of time." The meaning hit everyone instantly. The First Guardian wasn't merely protecting the seal. She was the seal. And if she failed...... the Legacy would be free. Then suddenly...... a deafening roar erupted from beneath the city. The ground split open. A massive wave of crimson energy shot upward from the depths. The entire Lost City shook.

That night, I wandered the halls, listening to the hush of mourning, the distant click of guns, the shuffling of feet. Jonathan sat in the study, staring at an old photograph of him and Rocco as children. Stavros and my father spoke quietly in the kitchen, voices low and trembling. Andros found me on the balcony, took my hand, and together we watched the city lights flicker in the distance—each one a reminder that life, though fragile, endures. In our world, loss is a familiar companion, but this wound was deeper than most. We vowed revenge for Rocco, a promise muttered in the candlelit darkness and solidified by grim determination. The men gathered in the basement, planning, mourning, swear

In the distance, there is black smoke rising into the evening sky, and church bells are clanging across the eerily quiet city. I don't need to tell Bryce that the plague has arrived. A small procession from the city's prominent members row out to greet the royal ship. I told Bryce to have the captain weigh anchor away from the docks to prevent the rats with the disease-carrying fleas onto the boat. The noblemen climb aboard and make their formal bows and introductions to the Princess. 92 "I request a healer for my dearest friend, Lord Geoffrey of Winstone," Princess Joan

“Fresh ink on his quill?” “Not at all. I’ve taken those letters, swapped them around, translated the next two pages and found another message. Now, it gets interesting. Listen. Congratulations again my scribe. All the answers you seek are in my books. They are written in chronological order, and contain all you need to know. Knowledge alone will not help you, however. For if you seek what I believe you seek, these books will not help you much as the item was entrusted to another for safe keeping. She will do with it as she sees fit. I know not how old she is, as she may be younger, or even older than when she and I first met. Yet she still knows all. Look for her where the mortal

End of Book Four If you enjoyed this book and would like to support the author please leave a review on the site where you got your copy or on Goodreads. Cheers, V Moody MoodyLit.com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat There was a time when heroes roamed between the Four Great Cities. They fought for kingdoms and princesses, and they lived and died by their valour. Or so the stories say. The way the minstrels s

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.