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Chapter 44 is the BATTLE CHAPTER and it's going to be EPIC! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

“These books are not merely stories. They are vestiges of our Father’s will and power. That is the reason why they are scattered across the globe. Many make the mistake of merely reading the words written in them and thus, fail to find the true power hidden within them. That is why the families that have them research them so ferociously. You read the first book as a human. There was nothing special about you then, so it doesn’t really count. You have the chance to peruse its contents again, but this time more thoroughly. I would advise you to hold off reading any of them until you are strong enough. Open the first book when you reach the peak of 4 Stars and the second when you entre the ran

The four four-winged rocks felt something was wrong and they all panicked. One by one, they all stood from their nests and flapped their wings as they flew out of the cave. They were so fast that they didn't even notice that they had passed Soheila, Sirene, and Hector. The water type Four-winged rock was releasing water to remove the black fire along the way. Soheila smirked when she saw the four birds out of their sight, She whispered, "Success!" Soheila looked at Sirene and Soheila who were sweating so hard. However, they didn't even stink at all!

There was only a long thud of air as the something suddenly unfolded into fairly large leathery wings. Vic shook his head in panic, turned several times, trying to see the innovation. The wings did not want to gather back - they stuck out straightened on the sides. He forced himself to calm down and freeze in place, too stupid to spin naked on the lakeshore. This is not a tail, a tail would probably interfere more. After a very short flight over the forest, the wings were no longer such a surprise. You just need to learn how to manage them. He moved his shoulder blades again and tried to feel them, imagining that it should feel like body parts - just like arms or legs. After several unsucces

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

“That’s what the Third Tide wants. To erase, not kill.” She pulled out the Testament. A new passage was written: > “Three tides claimed. Four remain. The Fourth sleeps beneath the Hollowing Wind. In its breath, the world remembers its first fear.” Maya stared at the stars re-emerging in the sky. “The winds are changing,” she said softly. “Next, we chase fear itself.”

Black fire boiling through the clouds, chains thrashing like whips of night, wings slicing the air so hard the world tilts every time they beat. And the hand— Gods, the hand. It’s not a hand anymore. It’s a storm of bone and light, folding and unfolding in ways that make my stomach lurch. Every twitch breaks another piece of the City. Spires collapsing like sandcastles. Streets twisting into knots. And Kael—he’s holding it. Holding it. Chains binding its fingers, shadows dragging against its skin like barbed wire. His wings cut arcs of darkness so sharp they shear the air in two.

It failed. His wings tore free in a violent surge, cracking the walls around him, black membranes unfurling with such force that stone splintered where they struck. The chamber shuddered beneath the sudden weight of his presence, as something darker, older, and far less contained surged forth to answer the rage that now ruled him. But the movement broke halfway through. The left wing faltered. Not from hesitation, from damage.

"This is the full prophecy. The part your grandfather found was only the first stanza. Here's the rest: Three born of Alpha blood divine Shall walk the path of shadow's line But beware the Fourth who walks alone Born of sacrifice and stone For when the Four are finally found And gathered on the sacred ground The choice will come, the path will split Light or darkness, which will fit? If raised apart, in fear and pain The world will burn in their domain If raised together, strong and true A golden age will come anew" Ivy stared at the document. "A fourth child? That's impossible. I had triplets." "Did you?" Nadia asked softly. "Or did you have quadruplets, and one was hidden from you?"

The wind carried my voice away. --- End of Chapter Forty-Four.