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She killed her enemies with a silent heart, yet her heart broke each time she saw one of her men fall. For weeks she had been fighting. She knew she was still able to fight thanks to the power she now shared with her husband. The more he killed, the more he became stronger, making her strong by default. Her husband came upon their enemies like a crazed beast, and he derived pleasure from each kill. The Allikans should have known at first sight that the war wasn't going to be easy, yet instead, they looked at the blood warriors with smug smiles on their faces, like they could already tell the end. Now, it doesn't seem that way anymore.

Because just as every life had meaning, that didn’t mean everyone deserved to live. That was why I never blinked an eye when my brothers and I killed, when blood stained our hands. I believed it was meant to be. We killed because we were stronger. Because we had the power, the strength to do it. The strongest survived. The weakest perished. That was the law of the jungle. That was how we, werewolves, lived. And if someone stronger than my brothers and me came along, and we met our end at their hands, then it was also meant to be.

Only by surviving can he understand the truth of everything, including the identity of the voice. The cultivation world is where the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must. In this world, strength is of primary importance. All life under overwhelming power is fragile. As James had no lost love toward the living beings of the Greater Realms, he did not feel guilty killing them. After killing them, he hurriedly left.

Damien appeared instantly, pulling her up while slashing an infected student who tried to grab her. “You okay?” he asked, voice tight. “Keep fighting!” she gasped. Kael was a whirlwind of violence in the center. Every time he killed one of his former packmates, a piece of him died inside. He recognized their scents even in death. The pain fueled his rage, making him stronger and more terrifying.

After that, you'll have no choice but to perish. Not to mention, she had the system on her side. The more zombies she killed, the stronger her base became. If humanity's fate was ever going to change, it was now!

So, you can defeat him] [Once you know the reason Dorian killed Cassian, you can go back in time and erase that event] [When the incident that made Dorian hate Cassian is gone, his reason to be on this earth will vanish too] My strength never ceased to inspire me, explaining what I needed to do next. While I was here, I had long lost my spirit. My breath had weakened, just like me, sitting helpless in this dark place. Perhaps my despair had affected my strength's stability. Without me realizing it, my strength had quietly planted a memory, laying the foundation for my presence here.

"That's why I can do things now that I don't remember learning." Hazel remembered his strange sword technique. "The technique." Jae nodded. "The technique was born there." "The one you used during training." "Yes." "You've performed it hundreds of times?" Jae shook his head. "Thousands." Everyone went silent. Jae looked toward the sword. "Every time I died, I had another chance to correct the mistake." He tightened his grip. "I didn't become stronger because death gave me power." He looked at the King. "I became stronger because the Between forced me to learn the same battle until I could survive it."

News of my survival spread through supernatural channels within hours. The council had authorized bloodline poison. It had been deployed. And I had not died. Instead, I had integrated the death they sent and emerged stronger. That terrified them. We remained at Dante's secure location while I adjusted to my transformation. My body was different now. Stronger. Faster. More resilient than any normal Silvermoon. The poison I had integrated gave me abilities I was still discovering. I could sense death around me. Could feel when living things were dying or had recently died. Could touch wolves and know instinctively how much life remained in them.

Eallric stopped on his tracks which prompted Gerey to do the same, too. “They are killing people. Not just people, soldiers!” “What? How?” “They are creating chemicals that strengthen the cells in the bodies of those that get injected. When that happens, the soldier who's almost a - machine, at that time, becomes all-round stronger - with more endurance, physical strength, mental capability and so on. But, for a while.” “What happens after?” “They - die.” “How?” Gerey was beginning to tremble and the cooling wind that blew here and there began to feel cold against his skin.

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.