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“Rise, my lambs. My darlings. Rise.” Cornelius Pritchard came ahead. Smiling. He heard something nearby, and then noticed the ghostly shapes surrounding him in the nighttime mist: dangerous silhouettes materializing, low to the ground, panting, their rough breath jetting. The smile died on his lips. Dogs. Big ones, their eyes glowing like red coal embers in the gloom, hackles raised. Hundreds. “What is this?” he rasped, faltering. Pritchard recognized a few of them, some of the ones he’d drugged and stolen from yards to practice his fledgling knife work upon. Yet here they were, back again, spectral . . . the unclean, detestable beasts. At his back, in front. All around him, dotting the fiel

I explained, but I could see their uneasiness about my idea. " Look, we stand no chance against the spirit wolves. One spirit wolf can erase us all from existence. I hear the wolf has an army of Apex wolves. How do we intend to beat that? I don't intend to die. I have too much to live for, and I know all of you do too. let us all run away so that we can live to fight another day." I stated, and most of them began to cheer. It was obvious that they too dreaded facing the silver wolf. The meeting was dismissed, and everyone left to their various homes.

Audella stated as she watched the two. Exciting? How is witnessing someone suffer exciting? "Isn't he gonna surrender or something? He might die in suffocation." Eleonna commented worriedly. Celeste chuckled at this. "I'm afraid the word surrender doesn't exist on Shaun's vocabulary," she said as she watched Shaun struggle to break free. "You see, Fumiya is the best in terms of fighting among us. He's fast, strategic, and undeniably strong."

“Besides, it is common curtsey to give a name to your attack.” Johan snorted. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, a battle cry is enough to warn people that you’re attacking, but telling them exactly what you’re attacking with next? That’s stupid!” “Well... it doesn’t sound half as intimidating without a proper name...” Xander tried pulling away from Johan again. “Oh, so it’s just used to sound intimidating?” Johan looked thoughtful. “Okay then, ‘magma whip’!” Several veins of magma appeared around the two fire mages.

You couldn’t hear me, and you stopped moving. I look down at the dagger to see the sable eye moving and blinking. ‘It’s Micah. I saw him again. He said he would always be with me by my side in spirit. I get it now!’ I say, standing with a smile. ‘Part of Micah is in this dagger. Micah wasn’t kidding when he said he had carved his eye in the dagger so he could always keep his eye on me. He said he would always be by my side! Don’t you get it? The dagger is always by my side, whether it’s tucked in my belt or sheathed in my baldric. Micah has always been with me from the moment he died, here in this very dagger. His spirit has always been with me! This is why I could hear him whisper my name a

Within a blink of an eye, the vampire leader had the beta by the throat choking him. The other two vampires were already on the gamma pouncing on him. There was no one to help the others and they could not even send a mind link to the warriors outside. Within minutes half the furniture in the packhouse was broken in half. The battle inside was brutal, the beta and gamma could hold their own as they were of the higher ranks and were more skilled in battle.

And it was this simple movement that completely enraged Aki. He could accept someone defeating him with killer moves… But he had no idea how to talk back or fight back against some normal slaps. "Come, you so-called top talent of the Island Nations. You tell me." "What exactly is Bushido Spirit?" Harvey swung his palm forward once again. Bushido Spirit was just some joke in front of absolute power. Under the gaze of the dumbfounded crowd, Harvey kept slapping Aki without pausing. This made Aki's face completely swollen and crushed his spirit.

"I came here a warrior. I'm leaving as one." *** "Claw Spirits — on your mark!" The professor's voice cracked over the field like a whip. I dug my feet into the dirt, breathing slow, forcing my mind onto the one thing that mattered: the finish line, and nothing else. Then I made the mistake of looking up. Sylvester.

There was no one else nearby except for that Spirit beast. "Heavenly demon wings!" Tsarayu used his wings and flew upwards, sitting on a high branch of a nearby tree thereafter. In a few seconds, that Spirit beast arrived there and began to roam its gaze around the surroundings. 'A Seven-Colored panther! This one is going to be tough! This is a peak level Spirit beast with peak offense and defense. Its speed is even better than mine. Should I fight it? If I do, I need to find the right opportunity.' Tsarayu thought to himself.

"The general is here, die now!" Guifeng yelled and swept his blade. Two of the stewards were thrown out in an instant while vomiting blood. The other two stewards cried in horror, "Hurry up and inform the elders! The opponent is Imperial Spirit Commander! Imperial Spirit Commander! He has a General of Soul that has at least the level of a tier-4!"