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ISABELLA’S POV They talked for an hour. All of them. Petra and Marta and Berin and Dex and Oswin and Ramona — everyone who had been building in the dark for months pouring the months into the available time, not waiting for turns, not performing order. Just the urgent outpouring of people who had been waiting to give their report to the person who was supposed to receive it. I listened to all of it. Sixty-three warriors loyal to Clara specifically. Not Evergreen — Clara. The distinction mattered because Evergreen-loyal warriors had a limit to what they’d do on Clara’s behalf. Clara-loyal warriors had already shown what they’d do.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Jawing on the meat, he licked his lips cleaning off the blood. “Midnight, it is time. Tell them to surround the walls.” the vurhanil king said, pointing a ragged bone towards Darakio. “ Yes master,” Dakario said, turning to the thousands of vurhans loitering in the valley beneath. Dakario rolled down his eyelids and lowered his brows in concentration. All the vurhans simultaneously began dash into the forest leading towards the walls of Royal Republic. They spread across the field aiming to surround the walls. Their furious stomps echoed throughout the forest, sounding like a huge landslide. Their shrieks shook leaves off their branches and their feet dug out the solid underneath them as the

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!

Alessia’s forces move like a shadow around them. The war table was no longer just glowing with projections — it was alive. Every few seconds, the light-map updated, tiny red triangles shifting along a narrow stretch labeled Red Vines Ravine. A thin vein of deep green ran alongside it — the Wasteland border trenchworks. I leaned forward, fingers resting lightly on the edge of the display. The chamber was quieter now than it had been during the vote. This wasn’t the silence of debate waiting to happen — this was the silence of people watching a blade being drawn.

“Sounds like someone really wanted to name it WARG. What does it represent?” “Have you been living inside a cave or something your whole life?” April threw up her hands. “The blood wars,” she said as if explaining things to a child. Again. “Was so devastating—so destructive that even the warmongers began to fear it. To stop such destruction 10 individuals of different factions came together to sign a treaty, creating a new world government what is now known as the WARG. These individuals were to be the first Vedic Knights. Currently out of 10 empires, Kingdom or whatever, seven of them is a member of WARG.”

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

She then repeated the same motions only without the shield, just to see how much her speed had been affected. The fifteen minutes came and went in a flash. Janet opened up a private conversation with Melinda. "Come on Melly, show me what you can do with that beast." "Alright. I'm kind of curious as well if my cousin's work can stand up to a real fight." The both of them paired up and entered matchmaking for one of Iron Spirit's larger game mode, the Wartorn Instances. It simulated real battlefield circumstances, as most mech battles between the smaller human states employed at least a few dozen mechs. Wartorn Instances usually played out as a team deathmatch mode with an impressive amount of