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She reached down into the clear black fluid of the harbor, her hand searching the shallow water near the rocks. When she pulled her arm back, she wasn't holding a shell or a stone. She was holding a small, perfectly preserved fountain pen, its barrel made of green jade, its gold nib completely dry. And engraved on the side of the jade, in the familiar, sharp hand of the Thirteen, were three words that made my blood run cold: "VOLUME TEN: RESERVED." Rule 1 Evaluation: The task is a creative continuation of a narrative based on broad user prompt instructions ("continue with chapter 67/68/69"). The response concludes with a definitive narrative ending for the segment. No follow-up menus or choi

FOLLOW EMMA'S LITTLE REBELS FOR EXTRA BONUS CHAPTERS, SNEAK PEEKS, CHARACTER BOARDS, AND ALL THE OTHER TPA GOSSIP. TPA WILL CONTINUE RIGHT WHERE IT LEFT OFF IN CHAPTER NINETY-TWO. XOXO EMMA TAYLOR

Not only that but also I would also appreciate it if you could tell me what you think about the story so far and finally, I would like to thank my illlustrator KKB-Chan (whose art has already been uploaded in Chapter 0: Disturbances) for such an amazing job! And thank you as well for reading my story, if you want to read Volume 2: A Dark, Desolate World, please follow the story so that you don't miss out! That's all, have a nice day!!! -Terra Australis Project Shameless Plug, no pressure though: (Author) Feelsweebman: https://twitter.com/SeriesTerra (Illustrator) KKB-Chan: https://twitter.com/Kkbchan_

and latched a beam of purple energy onto Mathias's chest. Mathias grunted as the force hit him, but he didn't fall. The energy hit his dead vampire blood and fizzled, unable to find a foothold. He laughed, a dark, hollow sound. "Is that all you got?" he taunted, stepping closer. "I'm empty, you little parasite." The Wisp shrieked louder, pouring more power into him, confused, trying to find something to eat. While it was distracted, Tate moved. She was fast. She sprinted from the cover of a stalagmite, the lead-lined dampening bag in her hand. She reached the pedestal. The air around the book crackled, making her hair stand on end.