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Alex said coldly, “You haven’t told me any secrets, but you’re already thinking about begging for mercy? I think you’re simply cooking up nonsense because you’re afraid of death.” “It’s real. Medusa’s Aegis Shield is a holy tool of my clan. It possesses a great secret.” “Spill the beans then. I’ll find out if I can spare your life.” The Black Robe was at his wit’s end, so he could only say, “The ancestor of Medusa is sealed within Medusa’s Aegis Shield. Upon activation, its power will be a hundred times more powerful than it is now. Everyone who sees the shield will be petrified, but you need an incantation to activate it.”

The creature, less menacing in the grams staring right at us. “I don't know what it is Brad, but I keep drawing it__today it felt real in my dream, terrible even. It…” Brad pulled me close, his eyes fixed on the painting. “It's a Monogroth.” ****** AUTHOR'S POV Ariana flinched as Jasmine rubbed her neck with the ointment. “I'm sorry my Luna, I had to add some cinnamon to make the effect last longer.” “It's okay, but you need to stop calling Luna, we can't risk anyone knowing the truth.” Ariana said.

It was a sweet tone, the kind you’d use for a puppy, but he was using it for a twenty-foot killer, "She’s been waiting for you to wake up. Haven't you, girl?" The python—Medusa—flicked her dark, forked tongue out near his ear. Raphael let out a dry chuckle and leaned his head back, letting the weight of her body shift against his tan skin. He looked so comfortable, his fingers playing with her scales as if they were silk.

Medusa, a resplendent young demon with blood-red skin and hazel eyes, bowed before him, acknowledging the honor bestowed upon her. "Of course, Your Highness," she affirmed, her voice filled with loyalty. "Now, take her and procure human breast milk, that she may grow and thrive," he declared, tapping Medusa's shoulder. With that, he dismissed her, turning his attention elsewhere. Medusa carried the baby away, settling her gently upon a bed. She fashioned a protective nest of pillows, encircling the child to prevent any mishap. The infant's cries persisted, her tiny legs kicking, mouth agape.

On her right finger, the tattoo of the box with multiple sigils was seen, it was presumed to be Pandora's box, although not been confirmed yet. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown Medusa was compelled to look up at the arm of Pandora by a glowing and moving purple aura which trapped the body of Medusa. Pandora had a saddened expression on her face as she sort of had compassion for the curse placed on her by a greek high goddess. Suddenly, Medusa's body disintegrated to millions of particles and they were absorbed into the back of Pandora's wrist, more precisely, the box drawn on the back of her wrist.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

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“Damn,” Medusa gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at her phone screen. The room fell into silence as everyone turned to look at her. “What’s wrong?” Joy asked, her voice laced with concern. Medusa didn’t take her eyes off the phone. “A friend of mine just sent me some pictures, that’s all,” she replied, her voice calm, though a hint of tension lingered. Joy raised an eyebrow. “What pictures? Let me see them,” she said, stretching her hand out toward Medusa.

Her eyes- sharp and glinting like polished obsidian, locked onto mine, and the temperature in the room plummeted. She raised a slender hand with deliberate, almost hypnotic precision, revealing an ornate fan. Its frame was crafted from blackened steel, delicate etchings of intricate runes glimmering faintly with an ethereal light. The fabric of the fan shimmered like woven moonlight, sharp edges glinting menacingly. This was no ordinary fan- it was a weapon, elegant yet deadly, exuding an aura of cold lethality.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.