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Without those two masters, they would definitely win the battle. Dexter was invincible. Furthermore, Anna was very powerful back then. Even though she might not be a Grandmaster, she was definitely a peak-stage Transformative Force master. Everyone was incredibly shocked as they looked at Kurt and his brother when they walked toward Henry. They wondered what Kurt would do. Severus froze. Was Kurt just fooling with him? Would he carry out Severus' order to kill Henry? That was possible. Robert was worried. Would they try to kill Harry?

Master shook his head even though he sat down obediently. “Master, I saw it with my own eyes, the lifeless state of the youngest master Walter and heard the conversation between that horrible man and the youngest master Walter.” Min tried to convince his master, as he was worried that he would not be able to handle the disappointment if he went all way there and saw the heart-breaking state that the youngest master Walter was in.

"No, I am dead to you, but when the other half of my life force was stored, there was also a part of my consciousness that was saved along with it, so in my power space I am considered alive and can manipulate everything here at will." Sarnus said, raising his hand and pointing to the wooden house beside him, and the next second, it had turned into a palace. "I don't know if I'm still alive, maybe like you, I'm already dead, killed by the power you left in the seal." I said to him with a helpless smile. "No, I did not kill you, and you are still alive, you just consciousness into my consciousness space." Sarnus replied with a smile. At this moment, next to the hut, a girl wearing a pink dres

“I can't fucking believe a growling stinky mutt can make the master of the whole world run around with a face-changing spell…” I complained, rubbing the back of my nape with my palm and that stinky little vampire let out a seductive laugh, his eyes glittering with excitement and eyebrows dancing with amusement as he listened more to my non stop grumbling… “Fuck! If it wouldn't have been for ending up exposing my fucking identity as The Master of this freaking world and a wizard in front of that dumb ass hot as hell mutt who thinks I am a mere human he can claim as he olease, which might risk my god damn mission, I wouldn't have gone through the dang trouble of changing my gorgeous face.”

he admitted with a hint of annoyance. “I then decided to make the drama even more impactful. I offered Ramona her freedom, her escape if she were to eliminate Margarita from the picture,” Master continued, his smile widening as he recounted the sinister plot. “But fate had other plans. Aslan, the fool, drank the whiskey intended for Margarita and met his end.” Master’s expression remained cold and indifferent, as if he were recounting nothing more than a mundane event. “And now, here you are, after all these years, standing before me,” he taunted, his eyes locking onto Decker’s with a venomous gaze.

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

His body turned stiff as he fell backward and died. Mr. Denn and the rest still couldn’t come around to their senses after his death. “Master Rondo!?” When they returned to their senses, Alfredo hurriedly went forward and put his finger over Master Rondo’s nose. His face was filled with surprise as he said, “Sir, Master Rondo… He’s dead!” Mr. Denn’s face sank. “Master Rondo has failed? But how is that possible…” On the other side, Hansel felt a chill down his spine as he looked at Master Rondo’s corpse. He still found it hard to believe that Kayson was able to kill someone as powerful as Master Rondo.

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

Hector had broken through to reach us, cutting through two Night Devourers on his way, but more were pressing in from the sides and his path kept closing behind him. Thorin was somewhere in the thick of it, I could hear him, but the numbers were wrong and everyone was being pushed back. The Master spoke again through Chelsea, directly into the chaos. "There is no saving her," he said, pleasantly. "The possession is complete. The only thing left is waiting for her body to give out, which will take longer than you'd like." He looked at me through Chelsea's eyes. "Spend your time fighting my creatures or spend it watching your friend suffer. Either way, tonight has only one ending, Chelsea is g

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.