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The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage. Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep. Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.

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.

He would definitely be in his sixties, with bald head and a round potbelly for him to have such a title and to have a butler as reliable as Thomas. I had never seen a picture of this Overlord, people claim he liked being mysterious and quiet. He never really appeared in functions and when he did, the press rarely caught his picture. I heard the Overlord lived a solitary life like a monk, because he hadn't met his mate. Rumors also had it that he claimed to be waiting for the one true mate instead of sampling the field like other alphas. Some claimed that he gave his virility and drive to become the Overlord. While others claimed that he was too old to get it up. But no one knew exactly what

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

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.