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" Good luck. - Thanks. He brushed my cheek lightly, almost like he was stroking a amulet. “I'm glad you're here, Tezzie. I chose a chair near the back, leaving Damien's fans the best seats, and also curious to watch the audience. I grabbed a handful of bookmarks and I watched one of them; I saw that the design was simple, attractive, and effective. On one side it showed Wild Fire; O another brought the covers of previous books and a short synopsis of each one, in addition to talking about the

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

Zane's body is still trembling beneath me, his cum cooling on his stomach, my release leaking from him as I pull out slowly. But I'm not done, not by a long shot. This body's stamina, honed by Ardyn's "lessons," is a beast, my cock already twitching back to life, half-hard and demanding more. The novel's pull is relentless, urging Cillian, me, to claim Zane fully, weave him into the harem. But the book glossed over why Zane steals the artifact; it's a plot hole I've always nagged about in my fangirl rants.

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Micha nodded in understanding and we continued searching through thousands of ancient books. Then we saw it. Another book—this one titled: "WARS OF THE REALMS." We looked at each other, excited. But we braced ourselves, afraid it would be blank like the first. I opened it— And the book didn't open. The cover was iron mixed with wood, heavy and old. I tried again. Nothing. Micha suggested we burn it. Maybe melting the metal would open it. So we threw it in the fire. Nothing. Not a scratch.

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

While Proserpina can only stare, stunned into bewildered silence–but there was a part of her that was completely horrified–as the goddess of wisdom simply brings the fire to meet the open book because, for real, what the hell is she doing? The cover, for some reason, as if defiant, as if spiteful, refuses to burn, refuses to be destroyed even at the face of Athena’s power, only scorched at best from the edge… but the yellowed pages inside blacken so easily, large pieces of them were quickly turning into crumbled dusts and ashes to the floor, already being carried off by a sudden wind and something like a whimper almost escaped the younger goddess’ lips at the sight… The goddess of shadows bi

Mariah asked, “If it’s dangerous, why to keep it?” Immediately a fire started right at the heart of the book causing Anna and Mariah to gasp, leaning back as Abigail watched the fire Ena had started right in between the pages of the book till it died out. Ena put her hand down withdrawing the fire, "it has been tried, but as you can see, it can't be destroyed. This is not a regular book. This is not just dark magic," she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before.

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