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41 KHALID The knock on the door was loud, demanding, a thunderous challenge. It wasn’t just a knock—it was a claim. I opened it, and there he was. The warlord. He looked exactly as I remembered—towering, broad-shouldered, with sharp features that seemed carved from stone. His dark eyes locked on mine, cold and calculating, the kind of gaze that didn’t just see you but stripped you bare. “Khalid,” he said, his voice smooth but dripping with venom. “It’s been a long time.”

He longed for the life his father had told him about, a life of peace, freedom and plenty under the loving eyes of the goddess. Blood trickled down his hands into the soil. For hours he cried, mumbling the ancient druid prayer his father taught him a long time ago_his lips quivered. The golden sun falling deep into the horizon. “I must save my people,” he muttered. “And you will, Farak, son of Farouq, son of Drey the druid.” Farak opened his eyes as he turned to see the most magnificent woman he's ever seen. She is taller than the average human, her sleek black hair reaching her waist, unruffled by the soft wind_bronze skin shone brighter than the Stragak bark. Her olive green eyes and white

There were still some blood smears around his ears, so I took a towel and wiped them for him. "Ouch! Ouch! My ear! It really hurts!" he protested. He looked so young and innocent. A bit naughty. He didn't look like someone who could easily rip a dozen grown-ups into pieces. Cleaning the druid's cut, Jafar asked Leo, "You're Lucian's brother, aren't you?" Leo nodded and said, "Yes. Who are you?" "Be polite, Leo. This is Doctor Jafar Sadiq. He's the head of the Royal Academy," I said and pulled his ear softly.

I could already feel the bets getting placed. Deciding things were getting too primitive and out of class, I took out my sunshades and placed them over my eyes, reclining. "This is Einsed, a grizzly from the plains of Alaska." the man on the horse said. "And his partner is our second contestant; Zachiel, a warlord from the dark fae kingdom!" On and on they went with the names until Faye's partner was called. A demon named Theon. The rattling of chains ricochetted through the crowd. I took off my sunshades.

The aura of his perfect-stage level five paragon attainment obliterated the residual elements in the surrounding battlefield. Clad in a resplendent black robe with golden silk-like threads forming cloud-like patterns, he donned a purplish-gold boots and possessed a rather dashing handsomeness. Those who laid eyes upon him would feel that his countenance resembled that of royalty. At that moment, however, he had a gloomy and downcast expression. When his people arrived, their gaze fell upon Linden and the two men who now lay as half-corpses. The young leader wore a pallid expression, and his dejection bordered on the verge of tears.

Darkous snarled, his voice threatening. Elika began to back away slowly, as though only just finding her feet. The princess’ fear peeked as Darkous mirrored her movements. The dark lord seemed to take more interest in her than the battle, her terror like a flame to a moth. She stared up at her uncle as he stalked towards her, his mechanical white eyes lifeless. Darkous had a long clear scar down his right cheek; the dead tissue curving towards the edge of his mouth. He was wearing a pair of deep blue jeans and a plain black band shirt, the long leather trench coat concealing his weapons. The dark lord hid his long night black hair under a leather hat, more scars becoming clear around his e

But, Farizad’s smile disappeared when the wound from one of the dead was different from the rest. Their bodies were full of deep claws. Massive deep claws that lead to instant death. “A lion?” “WROOOO~” Qusyairi curled his finger, beckoning the scythe on the ground to come to his hand as he dashed toward Farizad. “Oh~” Farizad refocused but didn’t do anything. He acted as if he had enough and wished to die. “DIE!!!!!” Qusyairi swung his scythe at Farizad.

“Yes, it’s her. Why is she here and why does she appear so disheveled?” Emperor Qadeer chuckled softly. Then, he appraised Lesia before bowing respectfully. “I am Emperor Qadeer, a minor god of Haleth Realm. It’s nice to see you, Frona.” Quintus was startled at first, then quickly followed suit and bowed as well. Observing their demeanor, Lesia’s eyes darted around. She then shouted towards the Xyrisia Gate behind her. “Wait there, let me ask some questions first.”

Without being told, the crowd divides, clearing an uninterrupted path to his destination. Just then, his face finally comes into view and then I see him even clearly. A tall, broad-shouldered man, he had a ripped body that even the clothing he wore couldn't hide it. His aura was commanding. Then his face…. heavens, well defined, it seemed as though he was created on a special day, giving him unique, extremely handsome features. His midnight black eyes held no emotion, a huge contrast to his handsome, alluring facial features. Alpha Iskander Damaris of the blood moon pack , The almighty warlord. The soulless butcher.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"