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They had been pushed around by the warriors from second-grade worlds, and each time they looked at a warrior from a third-grade world, they would feel incredibly uncomfortable. As time slowly passed, the warriors gathered gradually lost their patience, especially the warriors from third-grade worlds. A warrior from the Lycan Continent said to his fellow disciple, "What's taking so long? Why hasn't it ended? It's already a day later than any other slaughter game before! Did something happen? Is the situation completely messed up? Why aren't they out yet? We were told to wait for their triumphant return, and I hope nothing bad happened."

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no

said Emilia, Athen and Emilia went their ways, in morning Athen just had to face one warrior, Athen decided to spend the night by the battle ground he ate his food and slept for the night. The next morning everyone gathered again for competition, villagers, and knights and the three fighter came to competition, "This morning Jeiko was found dead and hence Athen will move on to finals" said the knight "King Balak will join us for the final fight", the two warriors fought among themselves, the fight was vicious, there was blood everywhere, the fight went on for few minutes and then one of the warrior who was carrying a hammer bursted his opponent's head open with his hammer. With this the figh

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

However, not long after Blake and I started training together, I had a huge reality check. First of all, most warriors start straight out of high school. While, at twenty years old, I wasn’t exactly an old geezer when I started, I’d definitely missed the prime bonding window. The thing is, our pack had only even begun allowing women to become warriors ten years ago, so the group was small and tight-knit, and it was a bit like missing rush I suppose.

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”

"The Warriors are acting strange. What did I screw up now?" It's not the time for this discussion, but it's not like she won't realize something has happened. Once she has her bearings completely, she'll insist. "Do you remember the one history text we were reading a few months ago about the Warriors who stayed behind on the home planet to save as many as possible and gave their seats up on the ships?" "Weren't they super Warriors or something like that?" she asks cautiously. "Anshi." "An what?" I look into her dark eyes and see her confusion. "Anshi. They're Nova Warriors, and we didn't think any made it off the home planet. Someone's grandmother or great grandmother did."

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

She would always take the stance that she was a warrior first and would lead her people from the front lines. When the alarm sounded, Antony would go to Fort Knox and lead our warriors from his cameras. He would be our eyes from every post around the compound. The Demon faction would close all the shops and take up positions around the compound. The coven’s warriors had all been divided up and would all move to their own sectors and defend their posts. The gates would lock down and magically seal, only allowing selected people out, but no one was permitted entrance until the threat was defeated and the sirens were turned off. The warriors that roamed the outer perimeter would continue to kee