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Yosef-hyung ordered. “There is Bacchus, he’s bald with a moustache. He’s the one in charge of them. Atlas, tall and dark with long hair. Then Minotaur, muscular but short. Another one is Cupid, a pretty boy with red hair. And lastly, Pegasus. He has a scar on the forehead.” Tristan stated. “It’s funny that their aliases goes along well with Olympus.” Miko joked. Yosef-hyung glared at him and he kept his mouth shut. He continued typing on his laptop. “Got it, hyung.” He said.

There were moving, towards them. “This is going to be tough” Snow said the summoning seal appearing on both palms and Victor wasn’t far back and so was Agira. A Pegasus, a tiger and a snake appeared from the seal standing by the people who summoned them. Dilia looked on as Snow got onto the back of his Pegasus. “Even his summoning his regal. You don’t have to like him Dragnalia, but you have to admit that Snow is one beautiful man”. “Ma’am” Dragnalia replied.

The roar surprised everyone, but Aleksandra even more since that same roar was the same as the one, she heard previously, and the situation is very different from the previous ones. When everything calmed down, in his mind the name of the beast was heard DRAGON "I am not impressed by that event; the descendant of the avant-garde hero definitely must have had something very good" Alfred says with a smiling expression, he knew Aleksandra's story very well, to which she responds "It's true, I've already chosen my race, I customized my beast, I guess it's all over" The group goes to God to find out the next step to end this.

On the opposite side of the hallway was a picture of white, hairy old men; they seemed to wear clothing not from these times. Either they were the founders of the pack or it was just an art painting. The more she walked, the more she saw certain similarities between them till she saw Draven, or what looked like a much younger version of himself. He looked really handsome in his youth, is what she thought to herself till her eyes saw the next and last painting. "Adrian?" She said out loud, nearly stumbling, but there he was, his painting depicted on the wall. "I see you've met my nephew already," Draven said, walking up from behind her.

Silence was when the most interesting things happened. The abandoned wing welcomed me with a sigh of stale air and dust. No torches burned here. No guards patrolled. Moonlight streamed through broken panes of stained glass, painting the floor in fractured blues and reds. I paused at the first mural. Dragons. Not the twisted, fire-breathing monsters from the Purge stories, but creatures of impossible grace—their wings spread wide enough to eclipse suns, their claws curled gently around mountain peaks. One coiled protectively around a wolf pup, its massive head bent low as if whispering secrets.

“Do it now!” “Coraline!” Zayn yelled, his face a portrait of horror as he lunged forward to snatch the spear from my grip. That same expression I had seen in my dreams, but this is no fantasy. The Zayn in my dream is different from the one I'm facing right now. That is something I should acknowledge. “I’m giving her a favor! Can’t you see, Zayn? I’m freaking tired of all their games! You can’t even reprimand them!”

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

This, surprised the two beings. This time, Nathan unsheathed his sword. "Fire magic; dragon claws." Nathan chanted as he made a quick slashes on air. Instantly sharp claws of fire in thousands appears on the air as those claws speed up towards his enemies. However, the two easily evaded the fire claws, but, Nathaniel follows-up another attack. "Lightning art magic; lightning needles of death." As soon as Nathan chanted this, thousands of thousand of tiny needles in a form of lightning appears on the atmosphere that surrounded Nathaniel. With a flick of his fingers those tiny needles attack the enemies. Nathaniel is not finished yet either, he again, follows another attack. "Water creation ma

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.