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Maybe more. Their bodies were wrong. Twisted. Muscles too tight beneath patchy fur, veins darkened with something unnatural. The scent of decay rolled off them like a wave. One of them stepped forward slowly. Its head tilted slightly. A grin stretched across its distorted face. “King Xavier.” Even its voice sounded wrong. Like someone else was speaking through it. Marcus exploded with rage. ‘Kill it.’ The rogue’s crimson eyes gleamed. “Our master sends his greetings.” My claws slid free with a metallic scrape. “Then you can send him mine.”

This was because each time he killed one, he was assured that their was one less rogue in the world and it gave him peace. “Huh!? But you can't do that without taking her to the council court to be tried, maybe she hasn't killed anyone or…what if she is an innocent rogue?” Levi asked worriedly making Silas eyes to flare up. “An innocent rogue?, this is my first time hearing such an absurd thing as that” Silas strode up from the chair he was sitting on, his purple eyes blazing red. His fists were clenched and blood flowing down from where he had pierced himself with his claws which were popping out.

“We have also commandeered one of their Mecha, an A-ranked one at that. We will certainly commandeer more as we go along.” “I’ve got a mecha we could use,” piped in Xylo. “From my old Navy Recon days. Assault-class with a sniper loadout.” Eva brightened considerably when Xylo revealed she was a pilot. It certainly sounded like she had gone through boot camp as well. “You never said you were a pilot,” she said. “Never came up before, honestly,” Xylo replied. “Not like we needed it against Nightmare and his band of fools.” “I’ve got a ‘Vette of my own,” chimed in T-Rex. “She’s totally sweet - thick armor, tons of nice guns, super lux on the inside. She’s parked next to yours; I’ll give you all

Roge said as the spear shattered in his hand. “You sent in a kelpie to save you?” Shamous said. “How ironic?” “Hey Nest, can you handle that thing while we take care of Shamous?” Olivia asked. “Did you not pay attention to my badass entrance, Roge said. “Yes or no,” “Leave it to me,” Roge turned toward the giant monster as he flexed his arms. “FYI, Cult. Your welcome,” The monster released more spears at the aquatic agent. But Roge conjured a rising tower of water to shatter the spears before they could reach him.

he held up his left hand to show his middle finger turning red. [It’s not even bleeding.] wrote Seb. “It still stings!” complained Venet, “I might be needing shots!” Xander came closer, took the piece of fish from Venet, and tossed it at Dagon who caught it in his mouth and quickly gulped it down. “He’s just hungry,” he chuckled. “Isn’t that so? You little dragon you...” he tried to pet the small dragon but quickly pulled away when Dagon snapped at his finger. [Now, everybody out!] Seb wrote once more. [Just leave those stuff behind, you can come back when Dorin is here.]

"Because from this moment on, anyone who wants your blood will have to go through my corpse first." Just as those words leave his lips, a heavy blow slams into the outer wall of the cabin, making the wooden structure shudder violently. Outside, a long, terrifying howl cuts through the beach's silence—a war cry from rogues thirsty for hybrid power. Xavier doesn't flinch. He pulls me to his side while his eyes transform into a deep, glowing gold, full of menace. "Stay close to me, Rose," he commands, his voice now sounding more like the low growl of an ancient wolf. "And don't look away. I want you to see how I destroy those who dare to target what's mine."

Just the shape left behind, like a place where the earth had remembered weight. Rin touched the torn cloth with the tip of her knife. The fabric was rough. It bore a crude red thread emblem near the seam: a broken crown with a crooked stitch. “Loyalist,” she said. “Or someone wearing their colors,” Kael answered. We followed the claw prints higher. The boot tracks returned above the sink, smaller now, like the steps belonged to someone lighter or someone who walked differently. They crossed the claws and drifted aside, weaving. We traded glances and didn’t say what we were thinking.

It greeted them with the blinding, artificial sun of a Sovereignty Searchlight. The Ambush at Sea The Vance-Thorne Legacy wasn't drifting. It was being held in the tractor-grip of a Shattered Crown Dreadnought—a behemoth of rusted iron and stolen tech that loomed over their tiny hydrofoil like a tombstone. Standing on the deck of the dreadnought, silhouetted against the spotlights, was Xavier Vance. He wasn't wearing his silk suit anymore. He was encased in a lightweight tactical rig, his face illuminated by the flickering data-feed on his wrist.

Dax roared over the deafening mechanical grind of the approaching leviathan. We tore across the threshold of Coldwater’s industrial district, our heavy tires transitioning from the soft, bioluminescent mud of the jungle to the cracked, familiar asphalt of the city. Tank skidded his heavy trike into a defensive block across the main avenue, Captain Reyes vaulting off the back to provide cover fire. I didn't stop. I gunned the Sovereign, drifting hard toward a ruined Board security checkpoint tower that still had a hardline connection to the Citadel’s subterranean servers.