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The air crackled with tension as two opposing teams, the Wolfsbane and Silverbacks, closed in on their prey – the Gaia werewolf clan. The Gaia clan, though outnumbered six to three, held a secret weapon – the Heaven Scroll, an ancient parchment imbued with potent magical powers. Kai, their leader, was a formidable warrior, his strength and courage matched only by his unwavering loyalty to his clan. By his side stood Hael, a wise and cunning strategist, and Mary, the young woman entrusted with safeguarding the Heaven Scroll.

Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage. "This spirit shield skill is quite handy," Sebastian mumbled to himself. The shield was a skill inherent to the Spirit-Gathering Jade Pendant given to him by Lily Moon. However, this spirit shield skill required precise timing to be effective. Sebastian had pinpointed the timing correctly and successfully used the skill to block the Crazy Blade Strike. Jacket was momentarily stunned, but quickly guessed that his opponent possessed a defensive magical item. His eyes lit up with greed. "I didn't expect you to have so many treasures. It seems you're quite favored within your sect. Hand over what you have, and I might spare your life."

Mike cut Shaun off curtly. "Shaun, the Dragon Slaying Saber is one of the Ten Legendary Weapons. Everyone knows that anyone who collects all Ten Legendary Weapons will be let in on a secret within." "Joseph belongs to the dark forces. If you hand over the Dragon Slaying Saber to him, I’m sure you know what the consequences will be without me telling you." Once Mike was done speaking, the Anchorage Base City Council’s core members exchanged glances with each other and started discussing among themselves.

The cell keys must be on him. "Maximus stabbed me. All elite army blades are forged with platinum and upon impact and removal they inject liquid platinum into you, ensuring the kill." Talon explained voice barely above a whisper. While he spoke, Kim had found a key ring on the guards back pocket. The problem was it was nearly a hundred keys jangling from it. One by one she quickly went through them trying to open Talon's cell.

On moving day, my mother-in-law blocked the entrance to the complex, kneeling on the ground and begging me to sign a letter of forgiveness, claiming Richard had been mistreated inside. I didn't even roll down the window. I pressed the gas and drove past her. At the new home, I handed Lydia a brand-new access card, its surface embossed with gold patterns. "Lydia, this is the card for the new house," I said. "From now on, this will be your exclusive pass." Lydia wiped her hands and accepted the card with a solemn nod. "Madam, don't worry. I'll keep it safe. I'll always have it with me!"

She wasn’t wrong. I drew a breath and clenched my fists, slowly pulling the aura back into me. It resisted, angry and wild, but I forced it in, reeling the energy back like an unraveling thread. As the storm faded, so did the trembling in the air. And the moment the last wisp vanished from around my body—I dropped to my knees. The Watchers lowered their weapons at once. Kema stepped forward. His jaw was tight, unreadable. He glanced at Lysar, who still hadn’t gotten up.

I followed, because there was no universe where I was letting him face that alone. We hit the first wave hard—Kael’s blade flashing in molten arcs, my magic surging in bursts I tried to keep controlled. But the war-forms didn’t fight like the Tribunal or mortal armies. They didn’t parry or retreat. They advanced even when cut down, their bodies reforming as long as the breach behind them stayed open. One locked onto me, its helm turning with unnatural smoothness. “Key,” it rasped. I drove my blade into its chest, twisted, and let a small pulse of power burn through it. The form shattered into smoke—but the word stayed with me.

"The pull?" The eclipse. The altar. The dagger. My throat closes. Claire snarls. "Who the hell—" Kieran ignores her. "The Council’s endgame has already begun," he says, too calm. "Your child isn’t just a True Alpha. She’s the key." Arthur moves. One second he’s beside me. The next, he has Kieran pinned against the wall, his forearm crushing the stranger’s throat. "Enough riddles." Kieran smiles. Blood trickles from his split lip. "You’ll want to hear this, Alpha."

“We are Gythaeans. We came at the King's orders; you cannot capture us. Do you understand that the King will be-” “Shut up,” Alarick said, and the chubby man’s eyes widened a little when Alarick stood up, towering over them. He walked closer until he was looking straight down at them both, and the blond one swallowed nervously. “What's your name?” he asked the bald one. His voice had gone cold and dark from anger at the man’s insolence. “Chevelle Layland, second right hand man of the Head of the Gythaean Royal Council and a Mage,” he said, squaring his shoulders and looking up at him. “And you-”