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Shiny claws grew out from its front fins, which made Adorable's appearance more fierce. "Hey, why do we always get some sealed low-level weapons? It would be better if we got weapons comparable to the Martial Emperor and Martial Grand Emperor levels," Evil Moon said with discontentment. "I think we should search for some more powerful weapons. In this way, we can do anything we want after we get out of the Sage Battlefield!" "Haha!" Adorable raised its front fin to despise Evil Moon, showing contempt for it. "F**k, what do you mean by this?" Evil Moon said indignantly.

Warren raised his fists, "I guess we'll find out then. If Giichi wants to scrap, I am more than happy to give him one," "Eidolon in phylacteries are easier to control, but they are not as powerful as a bonded. I am confident we will be the victors." The armored man griffin aura appeared and wrapped around Warren's body. "Don't make me do this, kid," Cyrus warned, "I like you, and I don't have any problems putting you out for the count," The tengu aura erupted from the tiny bottle and surrounded Cyrus. "If I win, you fall in line. If you win, you get to leave," Warren offered.

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.

“I want to talk to you about making something. I remember you made a concoction for masking scent. I was wondering if you could make something like pepper spray for werewolves. Maybe for witches and vampires too, but first, let’s focus on werewolves. I’d like to give our warriors nonlethal weapons for crowd control. Do you have any ideas on this front?” Mr. Garrity nodded, thinking. “I can see the wheels turning,” Thea said. “Yes. I have some ideas. I’ll get started right away and come up with some initial mock-ups.” “Excellent. If the warriors have any ideas or requests for delivery or form of weapon, could you work with them to make something functional?” “Absolutely,” Mr. Garrity said. “A

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

Cassian’s POV The air in the courtyard was thick with the scent of salt, wet fur, and the metallic tang of anticipation. Forty warriors, the absolute elite of the four primary packs, stood in perfect, silent formation. They were not armed with the heavy steel of traditional warfare. Instead, they carried obsidian blades and silver-tipped spears: weapons designed by Leo and Julian to disrupt magical frequency rather than just cut through flesh. They were silent, their eyes fixed on Winnie and me with a devotion that was as humbling as it was terrifying.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Teresa smiled at Rioka. Rioka is touched as he sees a warrior with a pure intention and heart. "How do you became the most powerful warrior in this generation miss Teresa?" Rioka asked as he drew his sword. "I totally do not know how. But one thing is for sure, I chose this path and I'm going to end this war quickly." Teresa then jumped in the air, so high that she looks like a bird flying in the blue sky. Rioka also followed Teresa as they approach the incoming opponent.

If I wed a high society type, some asshole, I’ll be expected to pop out kids immediately and I could kiss my career good-bye. I continued to stare at my father, then dart my eyes to Leonard who looks smug as hell. “It’s already rigged isn’t it, there’s a certain one you both want me to pick,” I snap, crossing my arms. “No sweetheart, I swear. It will be a fair competition,” my dad replies. I snort at that. “We have made arrangements for Shadow Warriors to oversee security, ensure it is a fair competition and fight. One is a demon and telepath and two are shifters which will supply some muscle,” Leonard says, still with the grin of a liar.

"I was wondering if any of you knows where Mathew is?" The young pups stare at her for a moment, and she thinks they might feel uncomfortable at her presence. Then one of them asks grimly, "Mathew the Omega or Mathew the Warrior? Which one are you looking for, Miss?" "Oh," Emily blinks, confused. Drat, there just had to be two Matthews. How on earth is she going to know if he is Omega or Warrior, whatever that even means? Maybe they called him Warrior because of his physique, because in all honesty, he is built like one.