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Her mind was cut in two by the sudden close proximity of the close aide of the Overlord. “He is crazy.” Mina pulled her up effortlessly. “But we can talk about The Holiness.” “The Holiness?” She dazedly blinked at Mina. it took her two seconds to realize it. “Of course. Please.” She said desperately. “Of course.” Mina slapped her back while laughing. “The arrival of the conqueror, our beloved Overlord Shadow.”

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

Soon, the doors opened again and a deadly feel hit the atmosphere. Flapping noises reached the ears of the men that were seated and they all turned their heads toward the entrance. With discomfort etched in their soul, they watched a tall figure walk past the door. His cloak was deep red and it was decorated with the repetitive pattern of blood droplets. And in his hold was a hand fan that had a skull tip. The Overlord walked in with pride in his steps and nothingness in his pure white eyes. As his graceful steps ended at the head of the table which was purposefully missing a chair, the vampire announced his presence.

Maps covered his massive desk, red marks indicating territories, blue for allies, black for contested zones. "Sit," Giovanni ordered when they arrived. Dante took one chair. Arabelle deliberately chose the one farthest from him. Clara sat between them, literally and figuratively. Giovanni studied the arrangement with knowing eyes. "Still at odds, I see. Good. Use that tension. Channel it into this project." "What project?" Dante asked. "The Northern expansion I mentioned Friday." Giovanni spread out a larger map. "Three territories currently in flux—the warehouse district, the port access roads, and the entertainment zone. All previously controlled by smaller families who've recently... coll

Pride, responsibility, loyalty, trust—it all balanced on the edge of the coming challenge. And then, a voice, distant yet clear, carried across the ridge. A deep, commanding growl that I had not heard before. Not an Omega, not one of ours. An Alpha. A rival. The forest went silent.

My father asked Mathias. “No, however, Odeia has seen a war coming and we believe he is a huge part of it. When one of our Clans was attacked, the first time we saw the Crawlers, there was a rogue wolf Lamia recognized. She called him Oliver…” A collective growl from the table erupted at the mention of his name. “… It was after that, that Orion appeared to us in Lonely City.” “I hope to fuck you can keep her safer than her last mate from Oliver.” Mike spat venomously.

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But Octal shook his head, as if communicating silently that Lore should be the one to lead the Immortalists. Lore couldn’t help but frown. Could he really lead an army? But he didn’t have time to ponder it, because the helicopter was touching down. “Kill them!” Lore screamed. “Kill the humans!” The Immortalist crowd followed his command immediately. They rushed at the helicopter. Lore heard the sound of desperate shouting as the police began drawing their weapons. But it was futile. There was no way the police could stand up to the Immortalists. As they fought, Lore noticed several police officers were escaping from the castle.