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“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.

It looked like a spine made of obsidian and gold, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his own heartbeat. "The core," Vane’s voice drifted through the air, coming from everywhere and nowhere. "You think you're heroes? You’re just parasites. You took a power that was never meant for your mongrel race." "Shut the f**k up, Vane!" Malakai swung his obsidian blade, slicing through a memory-phantom of a High Human guard. The phantom dissolved into pixels. "We're here to unplug you." "Unplug me?" Vane appeared in front of them, his digital avatar towering and translucent. "The White Moon isn't a battery, boy. It’s an incubator."

But I caught it. And then she fled. I didn’t move to stop her. I just stood there, listening to the sound of her footsteps retreating, the door closing, the silence rushing back in. The taste of her still lingered. The heat of her still burned against my skin. I turned back toward the window, the city lights sprawling endlessly before me, but my reflection was all I saw: a man who had just crossed a line he swore he wouldn’t. Mara Vance was supposed to be useful. A sharp mind I could place closer to me. A pawn in a much bigger game.

Maze politely begged. “Sorry, I thought you know Italian, Hello, I am Veronica,” “Hi, I am Maze,” Maze said offering a soft smile. "What a non-Italian is doing among all the Italian terrible mafia trio masters?" Veronica teased. "Actually, I was brought here against my will," Maze said while gathering all the glass on a tray. "Okay, and you accepted it as your fate?" Veronica further queried

It roared with a sound like a thousand dying hard drives, a cacophony of digital screams and static. Hecate Vane stood at the center of the vortex, her silver eyes gone completely black, her skin shimmering with a synthetic, oily sheen. She wasn't holding a traditional weapon; she was holding Maya and Marcus in a cage of jagged blue lightning that pulsed in time with the building's distorted heartbeat.

Something I didn’t recognize. On the third night, I walked in and saw her eyes flutter open. She gasped, panicked, trying to sit up. “Easy,” I said, stepping forward. “You’re safe now.“ My words surprised even me. I have never been nice, but with this woman right here, I'm willing to break all protocols for her. She blinked at me, her pupils struggling to adjust. “Where… where am I?” “I'm Thorne. And you’re in NightWalker territory,” I said. “You were found barely conscious at the edge of the forest. What’s your name?”

All she wanted to do was save Zoren. Verena raised her hand. "I need you now, dear goddess of the moon," she called. Mira’s jaw dropped at how instant everything was. Verena waved her fingers, and there was sparkling dust suddenly flowing in the air, purple, gold, and white. It was breath-taking to witness, but she knew that it was very dangerous. Verena is showing them who she really is, and she’s not afraid anymore. She is ready to do anything to stop them from harming the man she cares for the most.

He tackled Vane into the steaming water, the two of them disappearing into a cloud of violet vapor. Vane was stronger than he looked. The mercury-mask wasn't just for breathing; it was a neural-link to the Thorne-17’s core. He swung a metallic fist, catching Dante in the ribs with the force of a hydraulic press. "You’re a 'Dormant' failure, Thorne!" Vane roared, his voice distorted. "You lost your wolf! You lost your Spire! You’re just a Scrapper playing at being a hero!" Dante spat blood into the water, his eyes fixed on the cocoon. "I’m the man who’s going to put you in the ground, Vane. No price tag this time."

Verania retorted, sending shudders down Ares's spine as he continued to gaze in astonishment. "If you're capable!" the man dared, his voice tinged with arrogance. Verania briefly shut her eyes, and upon reopening them, she emitted a bone-chilling laugh that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present, including the man who had been threatening Ares. "I truly can," Verania replied icily, and in an instant, she moved with such swiftness to kick the man's legs that he crashed to the ground with a resounding thud, as did Ares, who quickly reached for his cane within reach.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."