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Meph asked, determined not to go into any deals with the devil snake without enough information. “Five each. Rarities are from poor, uncommon, rare, epic and legendary, and Soul Qualities from S, A all the way to D,” The snake answers quickly like a fawning sycophant, “Simple, right? We just borrowed it straight from video games. Lower the culture barrier, you know?” Uh huh. “And you can get a legendary soul seal for me, S level, correct?” Meph confirms, ignoring the bullshit. “Glad you asked. No,” The snake mimicked a professional tone that only made himself more annoying. “Soul quality is an inherent property of YOU. Not even God himself can change that for you.”

Fear gripped the Horc and the rest of them. “ His aura… it's overwhelming ” Dove mumbled. Where the Horc stood under it appeared a dark rune, from that rune dark shadowy hands crawled out and grabbed its legs. The Horc struggled but it was too strong. He ran toward it and sliced through the red gemstone in its chest, the Horc wailed as it burnt into ashes.

As for the packs, that number increases to over 90,000 able-bodied fighters. Besides, with Aura, Orion, Celeste, Fenrir, Kodiak, Chaos, Atticus, and Gaia’s mates, wolves. Well, these wolves are the most powerful in the world. So it looks like Sephone won’t stand a damn chance. Not forgetting Dragus and the members of the Supernatural Council. She needs to understand who the real queen is, and that is me. I may be human, but she will realise that it doesn’t matter if I am or not. She can’t win.

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

] [Frozen Blacksmithing Lv 4 (+1)] [Dexterity temporarily restored] [Strenght temporarily restored] [Due to the "Ghost" race, it is possible to use soul force instead of mana, unknown effects.] [Due to Synergy with the material and user's "Ghost" race, unknown effects will receive a boost.] A layer of frost spread from his right hand until forming a gauntlet, while a hand made of ice "grew" in place of his missing one, his light turned light blue like clear ice, and his eyes glowed fiercely.

Similarly, their alchemy level would be at the Sage Rank’s Fifteenth Stage, and they would be able to concoct an elixir at the Tenth Level. However, there were exceptions to the norm. Some cultivators, such as James, possessed extraordinary Soul Power. As one’s Soul Power was inextricably linked to one’s rank, physical strength, and bloodline power, the stronger one was, the more terrifying one’s Soul Power would be. Under normal circumstances, alchemists would have already mastered a unique soul attack.

A complex spiral pattern with the ancient symbol for soul-healing at its center. "This is... a Snow Fang rune," I whispered, my voice trembling. "How do you have this?" "Because I've been looking for someone who can draw it," Ryker said, his eyes intense. "For three months." "Why?" "Because this is the highest form of soul-healing," he said, handing me the parchment. "Not some crude combat rune, not some shallow enhancement buff. This is a rune that can actually heal a wounded soul." I took the parchment, feeling the ancient power still clinging to it.