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Overload the core on my mark. Mark! Zeyric thrust both hands forward through the roaring steam, unleashing a torrential wave of raw, uncompressed kinetic power straight from the depths of his long-suppressed reservoir. It hit the left construct like an invisible battering ram, ripping the brass plating from its chest and exposing the glowing soul-gem within.

No I wouldn't let them. Like the speed of lightning I moved into battle, my power flared, without holding back I let go of all pent up energy, not one of those demons got the chance to touch me. With the racing of my heart, my body and bare hands moved on its own working together to break necks and my raw power slashed through their flesh and bones, setting them on fire at the same time. They all came at me. Surrounding me. Each one of them that came at me got their deaths, torn into pieces as though they passed through a poultry machine.

Embarrassed by the situation, I walk fastly to the elevator in order to get out from here. You spoiled rotten child, arrogant, pretentious, and dictator you are. Nobody had ever done that to me and you can't be the first... Hope you love it...

“Ddaeng! Wrong. My attribute is absolute. I don’t have to trail along like a dog. However, as a responsible lord, I need to oversee your excitement. The higher your excitement is, the higher your body heat is, and the higher you will explode due to overheating.” He flinched. “Why?” “Easy. Because each power inside your body has the manual guideline. Each body carried different power and different power had limited capacity. Currently, I have temporarily lifted your limitation in exchange for your safety.” Farizad looked at him meaningfully. “So once you’re overexcited…” “The guide inside us is supposed to gatekeeper our power from overworking our body.” Easily, he drew the conclusion. “What

The cave fills with the scent of it, thick and overwhelming. But I do not slow down. If anything, I push harder. Faster. Stronger. There is something in it now that I cannot name. Something that feels like power, like I have stepped into something I was always meant to be. Every movement feels right. Every strike lands true. They try to fight back, but it is not enough. Not anymore. The balance shifts. And once it does, it does not shift back. I overpower them. I break them. I tear them apart without mercy.

He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride . It was a heavily decorated talking double-barrelled revolver. This weapon had an "Over Kill" mode activated by killing enemies, where bullets were turned into weapons, significantly increasing damage!!!!! ---------------------

His voice rumbled with a dangerous edge, sending shivers down the spines of anyone within earshot. Kurt, the middle triplet, radiated an intense aura of power as his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. His muscles bulged with the raw strength that surged through his veins, ready to unleash a torrent of retribution upon their enemy. His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with a chilling promise. "You have awoken a wrath within us that you cannot begin to comprehend. No one hurts our Mate and gets away with it."

“Who said I was trying to do that?” I asked as I walked to my position at the huge table with power rolling out of me in waves, slow and suffocating, the kind that made the walls hold their breaths. “This is an Overlord about to have a conversation with one of his subordinates.” Each step I took echoed in the empty room as the thick scent of my dominance filled it up, sharp and metallic. It felt as though I wasn’t walking with just one wolf but ten million of them right behind me.

Holy Mother of Fuck… That energy of his, all dominant and all Alpha, could even be felt over here. Alpha Dane didn’t just enter a room. He owned it. “Aren’t you a little too old for toys?”

It was like flirting with fire, and I didn't want to get burned. Phoenix was hot—there was no arguing about that. He had a perfect body, thick and muscular, maybe a little too bulky. Great hair, handsome face, and a cocky smile to complete the package. And he was fully aware of his own appeal, carrying that silent expectation that every woman within a five-mile radius would melt at his feet.