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He eventually settled for purchasing the virtual licenses of a couple of good quality 1-star components. [Astoria Experimental Flight System]: 25,000 bright credits [Fayette ECM Mk. I]: 7,000 bright credits [Red Eye Assisted Aim Module]: 9,999 bright credits [MTTR Removable Battery Pack]: 3,000 bright credits [Harconix Light DMR Version 3]: 19,999 bright credits [Festive Cloud Generator]: 5,000 bright credits [Mirin-21 Ultralight Armor Plating]: 10,000 bright credits

Synth and Drago did the same thing, and then rogues and rebels emerged from the shadows, including the prisoners who had escaped from the Hidden Valley. As the thunder strikes, the Alphas growled once more, expressing their power and rage. The clear skies with stars are no longer visible because they have been replaced by dark clouds and lightning. The warriors attacked their opponents right on cue after another lightning strike. Then, as soon as their fangs had reached their flesh, rain began to fall from the sky, intensifying their rage and desire to kill.

ELARA POV: I sat there shocked and taken aback by what I just saw and heard. But then my mind became aware of my surroundings, the room, Aiden’s room, the Alpha’s room. It felt so unreal. I looked around, like trying to let the whole atmosphere sink in. His room was wide and utterly majestic -the walls were dark, smooth and held quite a shine. On one side, there was a huge painting of a wolf standing on a cliff, its eyes glowed as he howled. Another corner had carved wolf symbols, giving the room an ancient touch. There was a huge chandelier which was hung in the center of the room. It looked like it was made out of black metal and twisted branches, beautiful!

perhaps. While chopping the carrots, mate entered the living room. Looks like he just got out of the shower. His hair was still wet and he had droplets of water on his neck. But through his shirt and the wrinkles on it gave me the perfect picture of a nice line, 6 pack, ton body structure. He was perfect. And he's all mine. He had- ouch! I looked down at the chopping board and saw I had cut myself a little deep. I stared at the fresh cut and saw it healing a little.

"Custom piece from the specialized gear unit. This side houses standard micro-rounds, but the other half is loaded with high-density tranquilizer darts. Flip the selector switch to the left, and whoever gets tagged sleeps like a rock for seventy-two hours straight. Flip it to the right... and they sleep indefinitely." He reached into the foam casing and lifted a heavy, brushed-titanium lighter, flicking the cap open with a sharp clack. "This little guy looks like a classic windproof lighter, but it’s actually a localized pressure explosive. Compact, completely non-magnetic, and packs enough force to take down a load-bearing wall if you set it right. And then, there’s this."

Yet, he met such an arrogant one. His lips twitched as a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Fane laughed as he was already used to seeing those looks. He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world.

Light answered like breath to lungs. A sunburst exploded from her palm: warm gold shot through with threads of incandescent white. It met the void sphere head-on. Power collided with power, neither giving ground. A concussive boom ripped outward, flattening tents, scouring loose stones, hurling corpses and broken weapons into the air. The shockwave made soldiers on both sides stagger, ears ringing.

With every ounce of strength, I held back the storm inside me. My voice trembled as I kept my anger under control, but my words cut like glass. "Get out, Lucas. Don't ever show up in front of me again. You make me sick!"

He quickly straddled Eric and started throwing punches left and right. It looked so painful that I felt my own face twinge. Eric finally stopped fighting back, too tired to resist, and that's when the punches stopped. "Scram!" Eric got up, wobbling, and looked at me. "Wendy, you've loved me since high school. Was that all just a lie? Can you really stand there and watch him destroy my company?"

To the south, the lush, swampy delta lands were dropping into a deep, heat-hazed cloud trench where red lightning flickered like veins across the dark sky. The world was tearing itself into five distinct, floating continental hulls—and we had less than seventy-two hours before the distance between them snapped our atmosphere like a brittle thread. Inside the grand war chamber, the air was thick with the sharp, metallic smell of hot copper, melted lead, and ozone.