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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.

She supplied. It was then that I finally picked up the sound of a battle in a distance. It was close enough that the ground vibrated slightly with the resonance of footfall. He was alright. The Overlord did not know what he had been behind the explosion that killed almost have of his gammas and injured many more. For the first time since the months that I had infiltrated the castle, the Overlord was utterly flabbergasted at the carnage. One could tell that even with his dark, ancient knowledge and ways that it was the first time that he was witnessing such a phenomenon.

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.

I said, voice cold and clear, “and I have killed every man who dared to speak my name with venom in his mouth.” No one spoke. They dared not. They could see it. I was different. I didn't follow rules anymore. “I have buried the Vipers. Burned the Alessandros end their allies. Taken Pablo’s head from his shoulders. If any man here still believes I’m not worthy to rule, then stand. Speak.” Silence. Even the wind dared not move. I nodded once. “Then from this day forward, I claim the title none of you could hold. I am the Overlord. The chain ends here. The war ends here. There will be peace, my peace. And any man who threatens it will be erased. Family or not.”

words, but I was not affected. As long as there is a chance, I will grasp it. m.w******l.com The Tale of the Void Emperor Chapter 5 - Silver eyes, Rylee awakened ? 10 - 13 minutes " Alright, everyone, The 2nd round will start in 5 hours. You all can take rest in those cottages," Milliano spoke while pointing at an area on the left side, " After 5 hours, we will enter the palace for the 2nd round." Everyone then headed towards the cottages to take a rest because, after such an intense struggle of climbing to the top of the mountain, everyone was spent. It didn't take long for 5 hours to pass as Milliano's voice boomed while they were taking rest inside their cottages. Soon everyone came out

It was a stark contrast to the vibrant sunlight that usually accompanied her studies, a testament to the urgency that had propelled her out of her slumber. The words on the pages held both familiarity and frustration. Rithanya had always been an ardent reader, devouring words with an insatiable hunger. Yet, this pursuit felt different—less like a joyful exploration and more like a grueling endeavor. The monotony of the task at hand weighed heavily on her, her eyes struggling to decipher the small text illuminated by the moon.

Andrius knew that he could not escape and summoned his Linebreaker Overlord. As the spear moved, heavenly fire ignited. The immortal essence in his body had burned to its limit. “Overlord’s Return!” With each sweep and thrust of his spear, countless lights exploded. The Linebreaker Overlord glowed with immense power, clashing with the eight Sentinels’ attacks and causing explosions to ring out. In just a few seconds, the area was filled with various explosions. Each wave was stronger than the last—the result of their continuous exchange of attacks and immortal essence collisions.

Waylon scuffed with disappointment. "I was-" Drac tried to say but within a blink of an eye, Waylon was in front of him squeezing him by the neck. "How many more times will you continue to disappoint me?" Waylon pressed against his jugular. "My lord…he is pure…blood…I am…only…a half-breed," Drac stuttered. "They were seven of you, seven of my gallant warriors could not disarm a single werewolf. He is not even of royal blood," he spat out and flung him against the wall.

Brockley was mesmerised by Hudde's explanation, as if he were on the battlefield. "If most warlords stay behind and only give directions, not your father, Brockley. He was at the forefront. He killed five officers from the Omra Empire with his sword. Despite receiving many sword slash wounds on his body, he still did not fall, and continued to rise. It's only natural that your father was immediately crowned a king." Hudde learnt a few lessons from the war. Firstly, understand the condition of the troops, see what they lack. Secondly, learn about the enemy's strengths and weaknesses. No matter how strong the enemy is, there must be a weak point.

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b