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Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

Not even able to use a single complex magic before. “Being a medical Knight is a dangerous position in the Knights Association. Since you are the one that supports a whole squad, enemy Knights will be aiming for you first. Take out the healer of the team, and the rest of the team is handicapped. That is why you need to keep yourself put of the battlefield in a team first.”

And with those words, we set forth on a journey that promised to unravel the enigma of our intertwined fates, ready to face whatever revelations awaited us, and determined to forge a path toward understanding, no matter how complex or elusive it might be. Sebastian and I exchanged puzzled glances, our conversation abruptly interrupted by the sound of Knight's voice. Startled, we turned to the doorway, where Knight stood, his tall frame leaning casually against the threshold of my room. He wore a faint, enigmatic smile, and with a deliberate clap, he broke the stillness, the sound echoing in the hushed room. The unexpected interruption left us momentarily stunned, the atmosphere charged with

thought all the knights, servants, and the queen as they looked at what was in front of them. note. : for the next chapter move to the latest El no. dragon martial arts emperor S2

"There was a great seven-sided mêlée as well, and archery and axe-throwing, a horse race and tourney of singers . . . " "Never mind about all that." Bran squirmed impatiently in his basket on Hodor's back. "Tell about the jousting." "As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of t

Then, on his last jump, he raised his hand as a signal of silence. “Tonight, we will be witnessing another legendary combat. We have… The Mist! And… The Knights!” I looked behind me as our team was called and saw the guys getting ready. Though I felt disappointed of Ace’s absence, I had to participate as the leader. “I see three cards tonight. The Knights seem to have a few members missing.” The MC noticed. “Three will be enough.” Queen said with confidence.

Chapter Eight It was several days later, though it had slipped into night by now, as Cameron gathered his warriors around him in a circle. “They are getting tired. The knights aren’t going as hard, and some of the spells are losing their efficacy. The weapons that were infused by their mages before the battle still maintain their integrity, but the ones that are being spelled before use now are little risk to us as their powers dwindle. With one last rally, we can wipe them out and return home victorious.”

“Unfortunate for her, we both have a very, very, long time to decide who wins this battle of wills.” Poor valkyrie. I thought. Seeing the hard determination on his handsome features. “For the record,” Sebastian paused outside the Parlor as he turned to take my hands. More as a friendly woman would then any romantic gesture. “We Forever Knights live long enough to value a mate when we find one. They’re almost impossible to release.” “Trust me.” He turned me toward the Parlor and gave me a playful elbow. “I know from experience.”

The subterranean room was illuminated solely by the flickering light of one mage’s torch. Shadows adhered to the stone walls as if they were sentient, eavesdropping. Outside, the storm lashed at the ancient manor’s roof, but within, the true turmoil was taking place. A lengthy oak table divided Aelric and Lucien, its top adorned with crimson wax seals, ornate quills, and one black scroll — the agreement. It wasn't paper. It throbbed softly, as though it were alive, connecting itself to anyone bold enough to sign it.

His mother huffed but softened, already drifting toward the food table with Ingrid in tow—no doubt plotting their imaginary wedding again. Nathan exhaled, rolling his shoulders. The pack’s energy usually grounded him. Tonight, it itched under his skin. Because halfway across the city, a witch with storm-kissed magic was laughing with her friends—and he wasn’t there to hear it.