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He tried to tap the books in front of him to stop his emotions, he is fluttered again. "C-Clark, did you saw that? You touched the book. Ben! He touched the book. Do it again, Clark. Do it again.'' Sashi said with so much excitement. Ben looked back to her when he heard Sashi scream. He thought there is something wrong so he came back.. "Do it again Clark." Sashi said and when Clark tried to lift the notebook, Ben saw it on his two eyes. It moves. "Damn, you did it." Sashi said with so much happiness.

“I don’t work for Ghost anymore so you can’t hold me on to that. No one can.” “I can,” Layla replied. “And everyone who’s family you’ve made miserable by your actions. Who are you? A lycan? Does that make you any different from me as a werewolf? Whatever Ghost said to you all to make you so dumb and adamant to the glaring truth that we’re all one is out of my imagination.” “I’m not a Lycan,” Syke sighed. Layla stared at him. She could perceive that his scent was different from every other person around there. It was something peculiar, almost divine. He scented like the springs, like fresh water under the warm light of the morning sun, and a little bit of lavender.”

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"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

"I know we need to leave. But would you mind if I...?" "Take your time," he said, rising. "I'll be in my room. Come for me when you're ready." He left, and I was alone with the quiet and the heavy book. I slid it closer, its stiff cover groaning in protest. The first page I turned to held a chillingly precise ink illustration of a "Silent Scourge." The text described a skeletal horror with unnervingly long, scythe-like claws. Though deaf, it could sense the faintest whisper of mana, possessed blinding speed, and had vision that far surpassed any mortal's.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

but human again. I didn't choose the "Fantasy." I raised my hand, and the Red Blood in my veins turned into a **Scythe of Raw Data**. "I'm not 'Content,'" I told Marcus. I swung the scythe. I didn't hit Marcus. I hit the **Tablet**. The glass device shattered into a million pieces. The "Administrator Mode" vanished. Marcus was no longer a "Producer." He was just a man in a white suit, standing in the middle of five billion angry "Glitches."

The content now included an image of a scythe, similar to the one held by the Grim Reaper. "What does this scythe mean?" Austin asked, his brow furrowed. Ezra's eyes flickered with fear. "This is the Death Scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of lives. In the Shadow Web Syndicate's assassination orders, if a Death Scythe appears, it means that a top assassin from the Death List has taken an interest. Each scythe represents one top-tier assassin from the Death List." Austin's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly understood why Ezra, usually so unflappable, was so visibly shaken.

Something was wrong; how was Amelia able to command Scythe this way? "Mmm..." Scythe suddenly chuckled as Amelia returned to me, pacing around and protecting me from him. "A blue wolf? I see your moon is back to the business of making magical wolves... but I'm afraid this is where your journey ends." Scythe rushed forward again, but this time, I appeared before Amelia's wolf and released the accumulated ecto-energy. The power surged forward like the most dangerous hurricane, sweeping across the ruins and shattering the lumps of shadow into thousands of tiny pieces.

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s