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“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"

Frederick asked as he took a step closer to Aria, with his hands still inside his pocket. Was he stalking me ? How did he know I haven't eaten the whole day. He looked rather different after he had helped me heal Derek. His lips was blue in colour which was strange, and he wore studs on both his ears and on his left brow, his black hair which were always combed back fell all over his face which made his appearance look evil.

Arao stirred her slop with her spoon and opened her mouth to answer. “-Bloody old fool!” Kronos turned his head to see a well-toned and tall man with olive skin, shaved angular head, and an eye patch over his left eye. His right green eye was glaring at a frail elderly man who was crouched on the floor, trembling. He had a thick red beard tied into a knot. He wore a gray armored robe, gloves, and gray wool boots. By his scent of ash and salt, Kronos could tell he was from Ivaura Hydra Tribe. It looks like someone got on Kabil’s bad side again.

To her surprise, she saw the servants beside her laughing; it sounded like devils who were crazy with the cruelty they made. Adhara looked around to find who poured her cold water. It looked too familiar to her. She has a brown curly hair, thick eyelashes and dark brown eyes and she noticed it was Freya. “Freya?” “Surprise?” Freya laughed loud and stared Adhara from head to toe. “Why are you doing this?”

Perplexed by the lack of accompanying information, he scrutinized the image, sinking deeper into the armchair. As he studied the image, he couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance the young boy bore to the late Don The Viper Mandracchia himself. It wasn't surprising, given that Floridia shared many physical traits with her father. However, the little boy seemed almost like the reincarnation of The Viper, with his short, blondish-brown hair, deep green eyes, and a subtle crook in his nose, reminiscent of the Don's own when provoked or angered. The likeness to his grandfather was uncanny.

The man arrogantly crossed his legs. Leonard's face was both handsome and cold. His eyes were cruel, and his smile was icy on his thin lips. He grinned broadly, showing his teeth look white with sharp fangs and slightly sticking out between his lips. His irises were yellow like a cat's, and her black eyes stared at Astrid's body from head to toe. He played his fingers tapered with long, pointed nails that resembled claws on the backs of the arms of the king's throne chair. Purple-black energy rose from his body and felt oppressive.

Elizabeth implored, her Atlantic blue eyes full of passion and hopes. "Indeed, yes, he is," he replied, though it saddened him to announce that. "Ohh. I can't wait to see him. I've heard so much about him. He's a baron to the Fae and the King's most honoured warlord, so I heard Father?" The commander scowled as pangs of envy hit him. "You heard correctly, my dear." "What does he look like?" "You'll see soon enough, dear child." "You don't like him, do you, Father?"

He couldn't comprehend the scale of devastation unfolding before him. Farah, or rather, the entity that had possessed her body, groaned angrily. Her true nature was now revealed, she raised the scepter high, releasing an eerie transformation. Her raven-dark hair cascaded down, and her eyes turned a haunting shade of crimson. Her red warrior dress symbolized her newfound identity, and she let out a malevolent cackle that sent shivers down the spines of those present.