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"Is he serious now?" So many questions came from the crowd. "Listen to me people of Nutusel. The Spirit of the woods and the World beyond gave her to me as a blessing, to every one of you, to the land of Nutusel." "Huh?" The crowd responded in dismay. "Great lord general, he might be saying the truth. I had a mysterious dream last night before the bong of the big bell summoned me to the World of reality. In that dream, I saw three angelic creatures come down onto Nutusel in a time of distress. I came face to face with one of the creatures, it looked scary but pretend not to be afraid because I am kibba the loyal servant of Kabril. This dream has begun to make a lot of real sense now. The peo

"The Shadow understood. You killed him – and the pack grew soft." Kael stepped forward, his voice ice. "You helped the Pure Claw." Bran chuckled. "No. I built them." His eyes glittered. "As the Shadow's followers scattered, I gathered them. Molded them." He spread his arms. "W is not a person. It's a symbol." Another smile. "And I am its voice." My gold blazed brighter. "You're a traitor." Bran looked genuinely offended. "No. I'm a patriot." His eyes moved between Kael and me. "The pack needs strength. Discipline. Control. You mistake kindness for leadership."

A woman’s scream echoing through time: “The curse will choose. And it will destroy.” “Elora!” Joel’s voice broke through the storm in her head. His hands gripped her shoulders, anchoring her. His eyes blazed with desperation. “Stay with me. Don’t let him take you.” “I… I can’t stop it,” she gasped, tears streaking her face. “Joel, the curse—it’s alive.” Kerric stepped closer, his aura pressing down on them like a storm. His golden eyes glowed with triumph. “That’s right. Stop fighting, Elora. You belong to me.”

“True power doesn’t come from stealing or corrupting. It’s earned.” Snarling, the hooded figure pressed his hand to the ground, summoning a swirling vortex of blood that engulfed his body. The ground trembled as the blood condensed, forming a massive, monstrous apparition towering over Marvin. Its eyes glowed malevolently, and its claws dripped with a corrosive energy that hissed against the air. The cultist’s voice boomed from within the creature. “Let’s see if you can handle this!” Marvin’s gaze remained calm as he extended both hands. The lightning around him intensified, forming a massive spear of pure energy that hummed with destructive power. “Let’s end this farce.”

“In that case, I have no choice but to fight you and win your B-grade enchanted treasure!” “Philip, I don’t care about your status as the chimera prince. I’ll kill you in this fight!” With that said, Kurt unleashed his weapon, a silver spear. Red tassels fluttered at the tip of the spear. A lifelike white tiger was carved on the body of the spear, which exuded a killing intent. Kurt held the spear with both hands and poured his energy into it. With the energy input, the white tiger on the spear seemed to come alive with a roar.

These men who were ready to capture Jamesʼ group were annihilated almost instantly. Rebella and Lyla whose powers were at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation were terrifyingly destructive. On the other hand, Quartney had just stumbled to her feet when countless purple-gold curse inscriptions surrounded her. “You said you wanted us to fight by using the curse magic, right?” James said flatly, “I’ll show you what real curse magic is.” James unleashed the Ultimate Golden Body. As a Tai Chi diagram appeared underneath his feet, four tall evil spirits materialized around Quartney.

Then… nothing. Seers told him she hadn’t been born yet. That her soul was bound in another form. That perhaps, fate had delayed her to test him. And like a fool, he waited. Hunted. Slaughtered any obstacle that dared delay his path. His chambers were littered with maps, scrolls, trinkets from dead witches, even a vial of blood from an old prophecy that claimed to be hers. He had become obsessed. Possessed. The strongest Alpha the world had known reduced to a madman praying to the stars for a ghost.

As I stood at the precipice of destiny, the ground beneath me trembled and the pulsing light grew more intense, casting ghostly shadows over the assembled figures. Then, in the heart-stopping instant before the inevitable moment of decision, a deafening roar erupted from the far side of the courtyard—a sound so monstrous that it drowned out the chanting and made the very stones shudder. The cultists froze, their eyes widening in terror as an enormous, spectral shape emerged from the darkness beyond the platform. It was as if the ancient curse itself had come alive, a manifestation of the Forsaken’s wrath that could no longer be contained.

Kurt looked up when he heard that. His eyes were filled with shock and despair because Henry's excellent strength really frightened him. However, he still had a ray of hope. Kurt still had a final hope with him. No matter how terrifying and powerful Cesar was, he was not an Earthly Immortal. Only Earthly Immortals were truly terrifying yet powerful. There was a powerful Earthly Immortal, Herwig, in the Heartless Clan. There would be hope to overturn the situation with Herwig around.