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Philip was hearing this term for the first time and asked the big roc doubtfully, “Big Roc, are you sure there’s really an ancient ruin? Can you take me there to see it?” “An ancient ruin is always quite dangerous. Even some holy beings will be in mortal peril if they enter certain ruins, especially an ancient ruin with a cloaking device. Are you sure you want to go in?” The big roc did not take Philip there immediately but told Philip the danger of the ancient ruin and waited for his reply. Philip was a little hesitant upon hearing the big roc’s words. As mentioned by the big roc, even holy-tier powerhouses might face danger in an ancient ruin. He was only in the middle stage of nine stars.

Thunderous applause filled the hall. Grace walked to the center of the hall and looked at me, her eyes shimmering like starlight. After years of being underestimated, the Sutton family had finally risen to the center of Jorvale's elite circle in this life. I inadvertently met her radiant gaze. In my previous life, after I "accidentally" died in a car crash, my soul lingered in the air, tethered by a powerful obsession. That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace.

I noticed Cain had his pants on backwards, but chose not to say anything as they were baggy linen type things, so it wasn’t like anyone would notice unless they were studying his ass like I was. Allira had been rescued and since made her home here, afraid to go back to work in the human world. She was a trauma survivor, after being raped and beaten by the Nephilim in order to bear their children. She had been rescued during an attack on that nest by Shamshiel’s people. She had found happiness here, helping both the human and Nephilim women during pregnancy and childbirth, as well as helping them care for the babies. She also had a partner, who was just leaving as we approached. He smiled and

The library looked like a storm had hit it, but an organized one. Maps all over the table, old notes stacked in corners, Kaelen's scrolls unrolled and held down at the edges with whatever was close, a candlestick, a boot, someone's coffee cup that I was pretty sure was Torin's. Kaelen stood in the middle of it all, pulling down books with this focused energy, like he actually found all this mess calming as long as he made it. "What we know," he said, not looking up from the scroll he was reading. "The ruins are falling apart faster than last time. The corruption spreads underground, through water, through dirt. The residue reacts to Drakenheart blood." He paused. "That's important."

Killian looked once more at his mother’s lifeless face, then at Victor, writhing in agony on the floor. He swallowed, voice barely a breath. “Let’s go.” They moved, quiet, fast, unseen in the chaos. No one stopped them. No one noticed them. Victor was collapsing into madness, and Robert... Robert had frozen. For the first time, the man who built empires with fear looked helpless. Utterly powerless. He stared at Victor, his heir, his pride, now a broken, dangerous ruin of a man, and said nothing. Could say nothing. Only when Killian, Ivy, and Killian Senior disappeared into the storm did Robert finally look down.

If last night he dreamed of Ruin's arrival, it is certain that in the near future, or even today Ruin could appear and immediately look for his target, Karina, Alice, and go to the white galaxy to kill Dave. According to Dave's explanation, Ruin's arrival is the opposite of Sin Rose, if Sin Rose emits the scent of roses, then Ruin will emit a rotten smell from human bodies being tortured in the bottom hell. The smell is pungent and can even block the respiratory tract and cause death. Ruin's arrival was not an ordinary threat, but rather an apocalypse that would sweep the earth. Dal-Byeol's apartment is quiet today, Karina is walking down the hall to the gym because Wednesday is a good day,

The way her white shirt clung to her, the way her eyes didn't just leak tears, they leaked a soul-crushing disappointment that had aged me a decade in a single second. “You are dead to me.” Those four words had been my death sentence. I’d spent the last sixty months trying to resurrect myself with money, power, and the kind of success that makes people stop breathing when you walk into a room. I’d finished college in a blur of alcohol and high-distinction grades I didn't care about. Then, I’d poured my inheritance and my rage into this. I didn't just build a club. I built an empire. New York, Miami, and London, three massive, high-end cathedrals of flesh and gold in two years, all constructe

I couldn't let my parents suffer just because of my poor decisions. A small smile crept onto his face from the moment he saw me, being fixated on saying yes. Being in a tight position left me no choice. “I do,” I said, making my mother cease from speaking. “I will marry you.” Reality slapped me hard. Having Salvatore Mancini as a support system could lift the heavy burden I'm carrying. I chewed hard, my hands turning into a fist while I gambled my own life with the hands of Salvatore Mancini—the notorious King of the underground.

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

And whatever came after… Whatever consequences followed… Whatever new world rose from the ruins of the old one— It would begin with her.