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Caleb moved like a chaotic meteor made of burning ash, shattering black stone beneath his feet, while Jace teleported from shadow to shadow, skipping the vertical drop like gravity didn’t matter. Up on the roof of the world, the Emperor watched his apocalyptic tide fail against my shield. He sneered, dropped his hands, and cut off the blood-magic flow entirely. Then he turned, facing the two Demi-gods as they landed on his spire. "You think glowing tricks can kill an immortal?" The Emperor mocked, and he drew a thin blade that was perfectly straight, made entirely of condensed crystallized blood. "Let’s see," Caleb laughed, charging forward with a roar that shattered the glass in the surroun

I hissed in the end. 'Please, let this not be some rebirth shit explanation! I am done with those on novels!' "I am Menes, Emperor of Eckhathnaten, or you can call it in its modern term, Egypt," he started, throwing me an arrogant grin. "With the help of my priest's black magic, I lived through time. I cheated death. I exist to ensure the war—the war I created between the dragons and werewolves—would never end." "And what is my role in all of this? I am just a human!"

The little dragon finally let go of the anger in his heart; he looked at Tang Shu and asked everything he knew about that creature. “If I’m not mistaken, the Dragon Emperor used to refer to that creature as an ‘outsider’ or the ‘God Tribe’!” Tang Shu explained everything he knew about the creatures who called themselves the God Tribe. Creatures not born in this world, creatures whose purpose was to destroy and seize the natural resources of others.

"Access you? Wait, wait, I didn't catch some of your words, no I DIDN'T CATCH ALL OF YOUR WORDS!" "Hahahaha! You're truly a mad lad. To be able to quickly adapt yourself talking to me." Mike still hasn't got anything on what he is saying so he just stays quiet instead of shouting non-sense. "Alright, since you already know my name let me introduce myself. I am Imuthis your made out character. Oh, how rude of me, of course, you didn't know any of it so I will explain it to you. I am Imuthis yet I am not, I am you yet I am not, I am real yet I am not, I am this world yet I am not.

As he examined Dakario, he seemed to be staring into and empty book. "Eimel Deryleen has kept the actual weapon of Soul magicians hidden from us for decades. He's kept it to himself and has managed to keep it hidden. But that is no longer the case. The relic has been calling to me since his death. It recognizes me as the world's most powerful soul magician and wishes to be commanded by me. We'll get it from the youngster "Tyndale said. "How about we just break into the boy's house and grab it from them?" Boltra Souza had enquired.

“If you pass, you’ll be forgiven and allowed to participate in the final selection exams tomorrow.” “And if I don’t?” Kema hesitated before answering. “No one who has committed such sacrilege has ever returned unscathed. Most lose their divine energy . . . and their sanity.” His words chilled me, but they also ignited something deep within—a defiance that refused to be snuffed out. “I’ll prove them wrong,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my chest. “I’ll conquer the test of the gods and come back stronger.” Kema watched me for a long moment before nodding. “May the Great Gods grant you their mercy.”

I wasn’t one to express useless things like that. I live for the fear that I cause amongst the creatures that spreaded across the world. I was known to be a ruthless, emotionless, cold hearted monster. I was the bedtime story parents told their kids about whenever they’ve been bad. Creatures had nightmares about me. The fear that I get from them was something that I’ve grown used to. Something that I’ve learned to love in a twisted way. I ruled over them. I kept things in order. I’ve been doing it my way for a long time. I was used to being alone. I was used to being an emotionless bastard.

I literally walked through the door like a ghost but shook my head still following 'myself' down the hall. She (myself) was peeking through a door and I frown, standing next to (me) before putting my hand through the door. I was in the same study room that holds the magic mirror and I listen as Elijah and the witch conversed amongst themselves. "She's the perfect vessel Elijah," The witch Evanora said. "You can have your mate back Elijah, you can have Samantha back" What the hell is happening? His mate? Samantha? The King rubbed his temple in frustration. Evanora placed her slender fingers on his shoulder from behind.

“Not much.” “What do you mean by ‘not much’? You’re not even carrying any magical weapons.” The guy rolls his eyes and takes a note on his sheet of paper. “I will let you join, but are you really sure? It will be a crazy competition,” he warns. “You know how popular the Lycan king is. Most female mages want to be the new Luna.” I nod, perfectly knowing how popular Gideon is. He is so popular, in fact, that he will cheat on a wife who’s done nothing but to love and serve him.

Whatever had just happened was beyond speechless. Alex was also slightly shocked that Cedric was still on the phone with the Emperor. On the other hand, Cedric beckoned to Alex and said, “It’s a call from the Emperor. He’s looking for you.” “Looking for me?” Alex froze. In any case, the American Emperor was a big shot. In fact, from the perspective of godly cultivation, he was a supreme king with the blessings and luck and favor of Heaven. Mortals could only dream of persecuting him.