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Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.

Chapter 39: Little Torture Reading those tales made me wonder, what was true in that tale? The first book named “The Last Immortal” was about Gael who fell in love with the moon goddess. His hard work and perseverance were to be able to capture that goddess’s heart. It was written here that the moon goddess kept him alive with him. While the other book ‘The Tale of The Last Vampire.’ It was about Ryvan, the story was about his affair with the Alpha’s daughter, and the whole book was about how they fought for their love until his sudden disappearance. He left with no sigh, not even his breath was heard, and hadn’t shown even a shadow for long.

He promised me. He knows it, maybe he's one of the former humans, not a descendant. "Are you one of the people the king of Valeria took from outside Wysteria?" I asked him but I could already see his answer. "You're right. I'm one of the original humans and became immortal by drinking the King's blood. But that was a long time ago, the originals are no different from those born here." He answered me. I nodded in agreement. "You're right, except for the immortals born here," I answered him.

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

"No.. I mean master... I'm just happy to see your God gave you, I mean immortals." "Nice!" He complimented Butt. "We will unbox this heaven-sent box! Don't you know Gods differed from Immortals?" He asked. "Immortals?" Butt is sure curious. "Yes! That God of mine is an Immortal!" "Ah..." (Author: Poor Butt you're fucking SCAMMED by this idiot.) "Now.... we will unbox The Immortal Artifact!" He called. 'I hope this is the heavenly sword artefact in the legend! Please....please give me a fucking sword.'

"What seal?" Zephyr Khan couldn't help asking with a frown. The Nine Netherbird moved slightly, and a clear voice slowly sounded. "This Secret Land of Immortality was created by the old thief for the sake of his descendants' inheritance. This Secret Land of Immortality is divided into nine spaces, and each space is different. However, it is extremely difficult to hide secrets from human martial artists. Therefore, even if the old thief's strength is earth-shattering, he knows that this Secret Land of Immortality can't be concealed. Therefore, in order to let his descendants get his strongest inheritance, the chances of an ordinary person opening the eighth and ninth spaces in this secret are

"There are rumors scattered through history about him. Some say the same way he blessed himself by blood, he one day became touched, which was why he came to rule for so long. Another rumor that exists comes from one of the titles garnered, that of 'The immortal'. There are those who believe this man truly immortal, incapable of death, and that even after the fall of his people he still walks upon Ayla, meeting people and performing great deeds. Influencing their lives and leaving his marks upon Ayla. Often finding those who are unique, even amongst those that are special, and teaching them arts so old that only one who has lived through time can claim to remember." "And which do you believe

Jeremy being quiet all through stepped forward and said, "I have. I've learnt about it." Now all attention was transferred from Alisa to him, so he went on, "During my search for my mother's death I came across I think this, in a book. It explained of a real immortal first noticed I think a thousand or two years ago. No weapon has been discovered to kill a real immortal." "Great, that means I can go and kill that bitch right away," William said. "Not just yet Willie," Alisa held his hand. "Stygian is ancient, smarter and the most powerful of all witches. And if she knows you're alive she'll find a way to put you down, us along."

She’d used the floating particles to make herself visible. Elsabet stared into the emptiness, averting her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover said, ‘The Book of Immortals’. Thick leather decorated with interweaving vines and roses. She recognized the depiction as the emblem found throughout the castle. Covering doors and tables, even the drawbridge. She drew a breath, realizing what she likely held. “Thank you.” Elsabet held it reverently as she made way back to her chair to read. It told of men who’d been born and raised in the Upper Lands, the world above Ardae, who’d found their way into Ardae to avoid a second persecution.

Talen supplied. “Thanks,” Aislen sent him a smile, before looking back to the reporters. “As an immortal, this supernatural did not want to lose his wife to age, and so he sought ways of making her immortal too. He is not sure what went wrong, but he returned home one day to find that his wife had developed an insatiable hunger for flesh and had killed most of the homestead. Those that were still alive, he saved, but he was unable to cure them of the illness that her bite had infected them with, and so he placed them under a sleeping spell, in a cave, near the dam, where they would be safe until he could find a way to help them. When the dam burst, it carried those poor people out into the r