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“Exactly. Ava’s so selfish and impulsive. She knew her kidneys were the best match for Sophia, but she kept pretending to be sick just to avoid donating.” My youngest brother, Chris Blythe, added. I stared at them. Each word they said was like a needle stabbing straight into my heart. I only had one kidney left! How could I possibly donate it to someone else? Then, they used to call me their sensible little princess. Now, just because I wouldn’t give my last kidney, I’m unreasonable? I was the one they spoiled like a princess my entire life! However, ever since Sophia Foster came into the picture, I somehow have a “princess complex”.

The best kind of thing. Always the best kind of thing.

The room felt utterly silent, filled only by the sound of Rayden's own heart hammering in his chest. The greatest prize in the entire universe. The words echoed in his mind, stirring an almost painful anticipation. "The greatest prize?" Rayden asked, his voice hoarse with restrained emotion. "What could possibly be more valuable than the immortality and heavenly comprehension you just described?" The Grand Elder of the Altair clan stared at him intently, his old eyes now shining with a strange light—a mixture of awe, fear, and a long-suppressed ambition. He didn't answer immediately, as if weighing the gravity of the words he was about to speak.

Maxim interjected once more, “They… are not the same!” Maxim’s expression changed violently, he had lost his stoicism. Even his tone was shaken somewhat. His expression told of a sudden remembrance of a distant past. “You’ll need to mentor him wisely. Zephyr Khan will be the powerhouse of the Academy!” Brother Albert said. “Hmph… that depends on him now!” Maxim uttered as he looked at Zephyr, his expression softened somewhat, though his eyes quickly returned to one of a piercing gaze…

Emine luxuriously settled into her plush chair, relishing the sensation as she perused the meticulously organized files her diligent secretary had sent her way. A surge of elation coursed through her veins, buoying her spirits sky-high. These files, oh, they revealed a captivating twist! The child, it seemed, was not a mere product of Kindred's lineage. No, no, far from it. According to the sent documents, this innocent little soul belonged to none other than Kindred's most formidable nemesis.

End him. I lunged. My claws sank against his chestplate, raking sparks that lit up the darkness like falling stars. The enchanted armor held barely but I could feel the metal giving way under my supernatural strength. Another inch, and his heart would have been mine. The curse sang with anticipation, already tasting victory, already savoring the moment when my children's rebellion would be drowned in their own blood.

"Young man, your wisdom far surpasses mine. You have grasped the true essence of divine grace at such a young age. As for me, even at my age, I haven't truly grasped any." Seeing Mr. Faith's dejected expression, Frederick couldn't help but ponder. Mr. Faith's selflessness and unwavering compassion were the epitome of kindness. How could he, a man who had dedicated his life to helping others, believe he hadn't grasped the essence of divine grace? In truth, Frederick himself wasn't entirely certain what these principles truly meant. With a slow, deliberate movement, Mr. Faith extended the Violet Spirit Vessel towards Frederick. "Young man, I now entrust this Violet Spirit Vessel to you."

Maximus smiles beside him: That was your sin, Harold. You did not value your enemy before you fought him. You underestimated him and looked at him as a submissive and weak prey in front of you. “His eyes are burning.” Rather, I am King Maximus, the king of all kings of darkness. I am the strongest of them and the fiercest of them. You thought you were the worst of them. I congratulate you, my dear, for I have surpassed you by degrees. Harold swallows painfully:

•|•|• There she comes! See how the dark days cease? A mate for one, a savior for us all. •|•|• [Kayos Adren Prime] Tucked away behind countless rows and aisles, I work quietly, a calm silence around me. A pristine comfort, warmth I revel in. Focused, I straighten piles of books beneath the dull flicker of candlelight. Silver rings gleaming beneath the yellow glow. Alchest scampers by shifting down the endless rows of books neatly stacked in piles down the wide oak table.

Not knowing where else to look, he stared at the picture of the ancient one, his long white beard and soul-piercing eyes. ”You have traded your chance at Valhalla for love. Your beating heart will cease one day, and you will face eternity without the Hall of the Slain,” his words trailed off like this was a question. ”My dreams of Valhalla seem small and insignificant when I realize what I have obtained now.” He turned and looked right at Zinnia. “She is the most pure individual I have ever encountered. I consider myself the luckiest man alive today,” he replied with emphasis placed on the word ‘alive.’