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“His financial reach?” Marco shook his head. “No.” He looked back at the screen showing Elara leaving the boardroom. “He understood systems.” Marco folded his hands slowly. “Which means if you want to defeat one…” He paused. “…you don’t attack the centre." The strategist frowned slightly. “What do you attack?” Marco smiled faintly. “The connections" Back at Solenne's headquarters, Marcus Hale was preparing to leave. He slipped on his jacket and turned toward Elara. “Congratulations.” “Thank you.”

“Now you have them.” Rico instantly tried lunging at him, but Marco’s men grabbed him tightly before he could move far. Marco’s laughter only grew louder, echoing through the empty field so harshly that birds nearby scattered into the sky. “And I’m starving for a game,” Marco said, scratching roughly at his hair. His eyes slowly moved toward the wooden boxes before returning to Rico. “So we’ll play one," Marco said in a sinister tone. Rico stopped struggling. Something cold crawled down his spine. Marco smiled wider. “It’s called…” he paused dramatically, “Save A Loved One.”

Adriana ducked low, covering her head as the storm raged around her. Marco moved like a cornered beast, desperate, reckless. He dove behind a broken chair, reloading with shaking hands. Damian advanced, slow and merciless, each shot precise, each step closer. “Come on, fight me!” Marco roared, his voice raw, echoing with both defiance and despair. “You’re already dead,” Damian spat, sidestepping and firing again. The bullet grazed Marco’s arm, drawing a cry of pain. The two circled each other—wolf and lion—once friends, now enemies bound by betrayal.

Marco shouted, throwing a tantrum. “You were going to Mark him, that wasn't part of the deal!” Gabriel growled. “Who cares? If he was strong, he would have stopped it from happening!” He growled, pushing Gabriel back. “If you are indeed strong, fight with me!” Gabriel demanded. “I already started with that one.” He pointed behind him. “He is not in the mood, he was forced out here. Fight with me if you are as strong as you say.” Gabriel added. Marco rolled his eyes.

The forces of evil sought to unleash chaos and domination, plunging both the mortal realm and the supernatural world into eternal suffering. But Marcus and his friends stood firm, knowing that their collective strength and determination could tip the scales in their favor. Their battles were fierce and unrelenting. Each of them showcased their unique abilities, seamlessly coordinating their attacks with a synchronicity born out of years of camaraderie. Marcus's werewolf form towered over their foes, his strength and agility unmatched. Edna's precise archery skills pierced through the enemy's defenses with deadly accuracy. Derek, drawing on his vampire powers, moved with supernatural speed an

Leo tugged at the corners of his lips. “You seem to doubt my abilities.” Leo shot with sharp eyes. Unfortunately, Marco had honed his ability to dodge weapons so that out of seven bullets, only one grazed his arm. Fresh blood immediately dripped on the floor, but Marco still didn't give up. He was actually prepared to attack Leo. “You are a coward. Let's see who will win if we fight with bare hands!” shouted Marco.

He was only trying to make Xavier angry, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of Marco's shadow, who was looking at him every time, smiling sarcastically, which made Xavier lose his mind completely, and he was trying to reach him without benefit. Demian appears on the field, giving his speed to Arcus, who finally reaches out to Marco and pushes him violently Marco used his body to protect Astraea, before raising his hand and attacking him with force, to make him fall to the ground violently and defeated. He got up again, and he attacked Marco with great force, but to no avail. Every time he fell in front of him, everyone was right. Marco was no longer the weak person he used to know. The t

Amarah said, tears in her eyes. “We’ve been through so many trials, babe, and we’ve overcome them all. I know fate is testing our love again, and this time, I won’t let it win. I will fight for you and our kids, even if it costs me my life,” Marco replied emotionally. After their heartfelt conversation, they rushed to Fort Bonifacio Base to prepare Marco’s team before launching a bloody battle between Delta Forces and Dark Secrets, along with the Aerie warriors who had joined Madam Mia. They already knew where the twins were being held thanks to the intel Dwayne provided. Marco had brought his friend along, knowing it would be a big help. During their journey, he called Madam Mia so Dwayne c

Someone had to cut open the wound so it could fester or heal. It was Chito who spoke first. “She wasn’t wrong about your strength,” he said. “But she was wrong about what it meant.” I nodded once. “She thought power made us dangerous. She forgot that restraint makes us stronger.” Marcus stepped forward then. Wounded, limping, but standing. He’d lost the most. And yet... “I wanted you dead when they dragged me off that post,” he said. “I thought you were the curse. That every time you rose, something darker came with you. But now I see it. They’re not afraid of your power.”

"And I don't need his permission to defend myself from you." Marco let out a harsh, humorless chuckle. "Let's see it then." Without another word, he closed the distance between us with terrifying speed. He didn't hold back his mass. He lunged forward, his massive hand shooting out to grab my weapon arm. I tried to pivot smoothly just as I had done with Alex, but Marco’s sheer physical strength was entirely different. Before I could completely shift my weight, his fingers locked around my forearm like a steel vice. With a brutal twist, he forced my wrist downward, sending my dagger clattering loudly against the rubber floor.