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Liora immediately got out of the van, ignoring the shouts of her guards trying to stop her. She ran toward the ruins, her hands digging through the hot debris. "MAV! ANSWER ME!" Suddenly, a large hand emerged from behind a pile of concrete. Mavric came out, his face covered in blood but still alive. He coughed, trying to catch his breath. But before Liora could reach him, a red laser dot locked precisely onto Liora’s chest. Marcus stood atop a remaining wall, holding a sniper rifle. "Choose one, Liora," Marcus shouted.

“Brilliance? You’re so full of yourself, I’m surprised you don’t float away. Let’s clip those wings, Niklas.” I nodded, my mind drifting to Linda’s smile, those warm, sweet lips that made my old heart stutter. She was too young, too pure for a warlock like me, but damn if she didn’t give me strength. My blue magic flared brighter, steady and sharp. “On your mark, Walda.” “Mark? Hell, I’m charging!” Walda lunged, green light exploding from her cane in a whip-like arc. Erasmus countered with a red blast, smirking. “Child’s play! You think that’ll touch me?”

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“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

Upon finding out about Els' solicitation, Louise snickered her folks out relentless. Charlando looked inauspicious. "What's going on with him… This little half-pint utilizing aphrodisiacs at his ready youthful age… Skirt-pursuing the entire day without really doing anything valuable… I have to show him something new! Pass on that with me and advise Els to see me when he gets some information about it. Els, or Brennan Evanport, was one of the organization heads three regions away. He was a Two Star Silver Swordsman as well as Charlando's solitary relative; his nephew.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

“They thought their killer would finish you quick. Instead, you turned their weapon into your lover. Brave. Reckless. And oh so tempting. He Chuckled. The room got even colder. Frost crawled on the broken glass edges. Marcus squeezed my hand tight. “Tell your Elders to fuck off. He’s mine.” The messenger laughed, and it twisted my gut. “That little war you think you won tonight? Just the opening act, pups. The real storm is coming for both of you.” He started fading into black smoke that stank like old blood and winter. “One more thing,” he whispered before vanishing. “You both get a room.

Kaelor managed to choke out. The ground around Aradaa shriveled. The mangroves turned to ash. The violet light was so bright it blinded the assassins in the trees. Aradaa stepped out of the shadow-trap. His skin was glowing. His hair was standing on end, sparking with raw, unfiltered energy. Vladya turned, his dead eyes widening. He raised his daggers. "You’re just a battery. I'll drain you myself." Aradaa didn't use a weapon. He just pointed a finger.

"You got something to say, bastard?" Marcus, like before, was across the table in an instant, his hand wrapped around Lucien's throat, the other raised and in it was a blade made from pure chaos energy. It wasn't black like that of Roman. Rather, it was a pure white, glowing with energy. "Marcus, that is enough. Release your brother instantly." Alpha Damarus boomed with an alpha-like authority he rarely used. Marcus released Lucien, teleporting back to my side like nothing had happened.

The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning. "The ledger you found in Port Valen was a masterpiece, wasn't it?" Ivan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Dmitry’s signature was flawless. The council will tear themselves apart trying to decide if he’s a traitor. And while they look south, the north will rise." "You won't live to see it," Vance roared, rushing forward with blinding, Beta-level speed. "Fire," Ivan commanded coldly. The Abyssal weapons unleashed a blinding torrent of violet energy, ripping through the stone ground and obliterating everything in their path. The explosion t