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said Baron as he addressed me while we walked in the woods. "I don't know what to say. I honestly have no idea about who I am or the limits of my abilities" I replied. "Don't worry about that Laura. That is why I have developed a plan. You see, straight ahead is the small building of a woman we call the Oracle. She is a werewolf but she is neutral. She doesn't support or belong to any pack. She has the special ability of seeing into someone's real identity and their future. I am taking you to her now, before we begin your training. I need to know the exact kind of creature that you are before I train you. I greatly sense that you are more special than the lot of us" said Baron.

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

Sara sat in the back row of the lecture hall, her legs pressed tightly together under the desk. Professor Kane stood at the front, writing notes on the whiteboard. His deep voice filled the room as he explained the chapter on modern literature. He was tall and fit for a man in his late thirties, with short dark hair that had a little gray at the temples and sharp eyes that seemed to notice everything. Sara could not stop staring at him. She did not know exactly when it started, but lately she had become completely obsessed with her professor.

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

I checked all of my weapons, making sure they're in place. I scan the tunnel once again. Still no one here. *** 11.59 My hands starting to sweat, my senses heightened to the point where I can even hear a mouse moving at the end of the tunnel. The glow stick is starting to lose its glow. I checked my watch again for the hundredth time in the last minute. *** 00.00 "Hello, sister." ***

I ask. "Oh come on Elle, think about it. If your sister and Martin meet, she'll definitely try to trigger his memories in order to save herself and if there's one thing about amnesia, it's that only the memories are gone but the deep rooted feelings still remain. Only Gabriella has the ability to trigger Martin's emotions and if that happens, he'll slowly start to get his memory back and that won't be good for us." She explains and I understood where she was coming from but is she really able to trigger his memories?

The female voice replied to Maru. "Okay. What can you do for me, madame?" Maru didn't understand what those vague terms mean but he was not willing to linger on such unimportant things. What he wanted to know was how this mystical lady voice could help him. "I will do anything you command me, host. The system currently has a realm wide scanning technology pre-installed for the host's advantage. In my database are the entirety of the technological advancements and breakthroughs of every territorial realm owned by Immortal Maker "Nameless One".

But suddenly, he felt an invisible force telling him to open the book again. Eleand scanned the pages for the second time. He identified a drawing of a moon waxing crescent on a random page and gently touched it along with the inscriptions. What the heck is this? To his great astonishment, the ancient inscriptions moved! He almost dropped the book as he flinched. It caught him in awe when he tried to look at its page because the inscription changed to a modern roman alphabet easier for him to read. Chambre…Siego…Niptoumi… Eleand continued reading. Until the words from his mouth progressed, he could not simply stop. His vision went obscured. Everything went dark.

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

"No, you don't." "How would you know that?" Belinda snarled through clenched teeth. "Because, love," Bending his head, Draven placed his mouth below her ears, at the spot her jaw joined her neck. "you are easier to read than you give yourself credit for." His lips trailed down the side of her neck, this tongue drawing a path where he went. When he found the sensitive spot just before her shoulder, he sucked onto it, and her back arched in response, her fingers clutching the bedsheets as a strained whimper escaped her.