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When the wyvern is in range, Elenor uses her magic to manipulate the trees making the branches and roots form into a web at the last second, making sure it doesn't have time to dodge. The wyvern gets tangled up in the web of trees, as soon as Mortas sees this he wastes no time in attacking it, putting a hand up to conjure the ice and aiming for its wings. The ice punctures the wings of the beast and it lets out a blood-curdling screech. After making the beast immobile Mortas aims for the killing blow with a final attack. The ice crystals hit the beast in its chest, with blood spattering out of its wounds it quickly goes limp and dies.

"Congratulations, Molly Hampton and Riley Johnson, for successfully conquering the last stage, 'Survival of the Fittest'! Both of you have beaten 'Magnet Apocalypse'! "The 100 million dollar prize pool will be evenly split and sent to your accounts. Players who failed to survive till the end of the game will be eliminated by the system in real life. The game will be shutting down in ten…nine—" "Time for us to go back," Riley murmured, sounding relieved. I hummed in response, looking down at the murky waters around my feet. The scenery around me warped when the countdown reached zero, and I found myself lying on my bed in my rented apartment in the next second.

I smirked and pushed him away and wiped my lips which caused him to frown even more. "Rest well, bae," I said, then slowly he lost his consciousness. I whistled as I saw him lying on the cold floor. "Looks like you can't even go to your girl now," I said and shook my head. I think, I need to thank Sophia for her lipstick. AS ordered by Aycxe we met at the compound of the mansion of Matthew Laqueza, a mafia lord and member of the Ktinódis syndicate. "Put this on each wall," I ordered Shiela and gave the two pieces of bombs.

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

"Please, hang on. I beg of you." "Finally!" Lord Mortis exclaimed beside me, his voice dripping with wicked glee. "You wanted death, so I gave it to you. Your mate, the only one with the power to kill you, has stabbed you in the chest. Ironic, isn't it? Best part, she's human. This can't be more perfect." He chuckled maniacally, clearly enjoying the chaos he had unleashed.

Mortis declared, his voice cold and commanding as he tightened his grip on Atlas. Atlas struggled, his screams muffled, but his resistance was futile. With a sickening crunch, Mortis crushed Atlas’s skull in his hand, blood spurting from his grip. Atlas’s body went limp, hanging lifelessly before Mortis dropped him to the ground like discarded prey. “When I offer you a chance to join me,” Mortis continued, his voice now filled with an eerie calm, “I’m not giving you the option to decline. I expect your obedience.” The last thing I heard was the click of a gun being reloaded. Another shot rang out, and everything went black.

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The ritual started with a naked woman dancing at the circle, appeasing the spirit. Voices echoed as they chanted in old Za'arish—a language that was long dead— inviting an entity to appear before them. Sacred relics eerily fell from the pedestal as the ground vibrated along with a thunderclap. And the men saw the spirit materialized from the smoke that sent chill to their spine. But they didn't flinch— the ritual must go on. The chanting went louder as the heavy rain fell in the sky. They worshipped God's glory until dawn, and from the circle where the painted pentagram was, the floor begins to crumble, revealing a pool of lava underneath them.

I try to stay in front blocking everyone's view of her body. “Son we need to see so we know what is going on and how we can find her.” my mom puts her arm around my shoulders and guides me to the chair. I sit down but just as another familiar face appears on camera it’s Josh and sitting next to him is Emilia, what the hell is going on. I never even realized she was missing and she is holding on to his arm looking at him with so much love. The crowd quiets down when he stands and begins to speak. “As you see it is time to take out the trash. These rogues tried to leave us and join another pack. We are going to give them a chance to fight for their lives. Their opponent is the whore Ireland.