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The fight ended, a bloody, barely-won victory. "Never knew you were an expert in swordplay, Elira," Thane said softly, blood dripping from his side. Elira just stared, her eyes full of desperate questions. Thane held their gaze for a moment before looked away, crouching to search a body—a distraction. And his hands froze. In a dead man’s fist was a cold, metallic pendant. A crescent moon with a familiar wolf mark. He held it up. "...Isn't this Rennar's?"

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

“Maybe they’ll build me a statue. Prince Thorin…the savior of small-town America.” While Ben and Thorin carried the bags inside, Imara hugged Haldir as he sat at the counter. “I hear you had a run in with a friend of mine.” She put her hand of Haldir’s arm and put her other on her chest. “Oh, yes. Your friend Daniel is just the sweetest man, Haldir.” After nearly choking on the beer in his mouth, Haldir swallowed and asked, “Is that so?” “Oh, yes. Haven’t you ever noticed his resemblance to Ben before?”

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

They had some reservations. Eryndor sensed Thorne's hesitation and took a step forward. "I will not ask you to do this alone," he said. "I will stand with you, and together we will triumph. Once you fight with me, your troop will get a miraculous healing power. The healing power as Lyra and Arvia's troops have already got.

"T-This is for me?" Cyrus nodded. "I have plenty more like it. And even rarer items, next-generation collectibles. As long as you stick with me, figurines, body pillows, and game cartridges won't be a problem. You'll get whatever you want." Cyrus had chosen the perfect bait for the perfect fish. Other rewards might fail with Thorgan, but this struck straight at his soul. "AWOOOO!" Thorgan lunged forward and hugged the Anama Rei figure to his chest. "Cyrus, are you a fellow nerd too? Then… Then do you like Airi?"

Yet when the moon climbed high and the forest glowed silver, Thalor stepped forward first and knelt before me. In his palms rested a cloak, woven from shadow-thread and moon-silk, dark as midnight yet shimmering faintly like starlight caught in motion. Along its edges were etched ancient runes of protection and command, symbols once reserved for queens of old. When he dropped it over my shoulders, warmth flooded through me, sinking into my skin and into my bones. “This cloak will hide you from hostile eyes and strengthen your aura,” Thalor said quietly. “It carries the loyalty of Shadowmere. Wherever you stand, they will feel that you are not alone.”

A few wondered aloud how a family like the Tianlings—barely fifty years into the noble register, still holding provisional land rights in two provinces—could afford the kind of magical arsenal Diantha wore like jewelry. Even more curious: the pride with which she wore it. She never tried to hide the excess. If anything, she leaned into it. Her pendant was a moon-cut diamond set in platinum. Her gloves were laced with runic stitching, some of which I recognized from restricted tomes. Her boots clicked with something heavier than leather. Every detail gleamed. And every glance she cast dared you to say something about it. Like she was testing how far she could go. Like she was asking: “What ca

Zara, a gentle soul with a talent for needlework, presented Thane with a beautifully embroidered waistcoat, adorned with intricate, silver thread patterns. Glena, a wise and aged pack member, gifted Thane with a rare, leather-bound tome containing the collective wisdom of their pack's ancient lore. "May this sacred knowledge guide and inspire you, dear Thane, as you navigate the trials and tribulations of your journey," she said, her eyes shining with a deep, abiding wisdom.

Seeing Andrius’ reaction, Lionel suggested, “Andrius, you can’t fully utilize the potential of this internal pellet with your current strength, so why don’t you give me that internal pellet in exchange for a treasure from the Draco clan? “I have a pearl that will allow you to move in water as easily as walking on land, a sword that will make your sword energy more lethal and destructive, or an armor made from silkworms from the far north that offers remarkable protection against true vitality. It’s a rare treasure. I also have…” Lionel listed out one treasure after another and explained the details of each treasure to Andrius. However, Andrius was unmoved. All he did was glance at Lionel bef