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Countless gazes were fixed on them as the crowd whispered among themselves. James and Yemima paid no heed to the whispers and simply entered the city. Then, they headed toward a tavern. There was a unique tavern in the center of Doom City—Chaos Tavern. It was a tavern that belonged to the Dooms and was only open to powerful figures. Chaos Tavern was divided into nine floors. To reach a certain floor, one must have reached the equivalent stage. One must have crossed into the Quasi Acme Rank to reach the ninth floor. Rumors said that there was a unique passage on the ninth floor, in which a small world was hidden. The small world was created by the Doom Race.

Chaos slid after her, scraping his shoulder on a protruding nail. The stairs in the darkness seemed endless to Nocté until they found themselves at a fork with steps going in different directions. “These must be other secret passages, but they haven't been used for a long time,” the girl smelled the air. The smell of dampness made it difficult to determine the direction, dust clogged in the throat, settled on the body, made the eyes itch. Pressing the hem to her mouth, Nocté cleared her throat and turned to Chaos. In the darkness, his eyes and scales glistened. He twisted his head, squatted, crawling on the floor and raising clouds of dust.

“But I am the truth you seek. I am Chaos, the unmaker of lies. Join me, Jessica, and be free.” The tendrils lashed out, forcing the group to scatter. Jessica dodged, her golden energy slicing through one, but it reformed instantly. Kade roared, his claws tearing at the barrier, while Selene’s spells burned bright, only to be swallowed by the shadows. Lucas struck with precision, but his blade passed through the tendrils like smoke. Bryan’s spectral form darted in, disrupting their movements, but even he faltered, his light dimming. “It’s toying with us!” Lucas shouted, ducking a tendril that nearly impaled him.

She yelled Painfully, she vomits, regurgitating more blood than bile, bloody chunks of god-knows-what are also mixed into the blood she just threw up, when she's released a large enough quantity to form as not-very-small puddle on the floor, she collapses, twitching and spasm-ing. Some of the chunks she regurgitated start to convulse, turning into vapor, they start to amalgamate and condenses into what was left of the lykan agent she was fighting. He was now a horrible mass of deformed flesh and bones, contorted in an excruciating display of agony and suffering. An eye on his cheek turned and focused on Terror and a mangled arm reached out as if asking for help. The grotesque thing before hi

The Labyrinth – Exit Cave Tunnel– Night The labyrinth shook beneath their feet as they ran, the ancient structure groaning like a dying beast. Rocks tumbled from above, and walls split open in bursts of sand and dust. Each step was a gamble—loose rubble, hidden crevices, sudden collapses threatening to swallow them whole. Their torches cut narrow cones of light through the pitch-black tunnel, flickering wildly with every tremor. Boots scraped against damp stone as they dodged debris, breath ragged with fear and adrenaline. Ahead, the faint sound of dripping echoed through the corridor—slow, deliberate, like the cavern itself was counting down to its last breath. They halted at a crossroads i

Chaos was walking behind us, his hands in his pockets as he flashed me his pretty grin. "You ran for six minutes, by the way." He commented helpfully, and it was in this moment that I knew Chaos was the second biggest monster I had ever met. His smile revealed nothing of the beast that hid within him, "The other girls I play chase with usually only last for two." "No games." The Hound said flatly, his voice unusually deep. He turned to face Chaos; the abrupt motion made my head swim. "You cannot kill this one."

“And you haven’t marked her?” “No.” He stroked his beard. “Fascinating. Shared dreams before bonding… and she’s human? That shouldn’t be possible.” “But it’s happening.” “And you’re sure she’s not supernatural? Not hidden blood?” “She’s just Lila.” Thefros stood, pipe forgotten, and walked to the edge of the room. He pulled back a rug, revealing a small iron ring embedded in the floor. With a grunt, he lifted the hatch and revealed a narrow, dimly lit staircase spiraling into the earth.

No waiting. Just stairs. She descended into silence, into the dark belly of the Lair. At the bottom, a door with the number seven engraved in steel. Lana opened it. And stepped into hell. The room was stark. A single spotlight illuminated a heavy iron frame bolted to the ground in the center. Chains dangled like vines. There was a table beside it, covered in items she couldn’t fully make out—ropes, clamps, a cane, a blindfold. Everything was deliberate. Everything was for her.

Alpha Cain glared at me, a silent warning for me to speed up, but I kept my pace slow and steady, still hoping that at the very least, one of the other packs would say something to delay or pause the ceremony. Yet, even they had turned their backs on me. My chains rattled louder as I reached the three steps leading up to the platform and found that while I managed to stumble and limp my way down the aisle, the stairs would not be possible in my broken and weakened state. I was lucky to be able to walk, let alone remain conscious. The only thing driving me forward was how stubborn I was not to let them see just how weak I was. “Get up,” Alpha Cain growled, grabbing the chain around my wrists