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Then: "NO ONE ENTERS ALONE." The group exchanged looks. Then Thomas frowned. Immediately. The First Crown pulsed. Authority. Then the Third Crown. Truth. Then he understood. The gate wasn't testing strength. Or intelligence. Or speed. Then: "It's testing trust." The gate reacted. Immediately. Blue light surged through the runes. Then the fortress answered. "CORRECT." God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the voice continued. "TO CLAIM THE FIFTH KEY." Pause.

"That's the hardline into the Spire's communication grid. If Helena plugs in there, she can broadcast the jamming signal to the Queen." "It's surrounded by fifty guards," Vane noted. "And two tanks." "Distraction," Saoirse said. "We need the distraction now." Tristan tapped his comms. "Garrick? Are you in position?" "We are in the sewers," Garrick’s voice came back, accompanied by the sound of rushing water. "The charges are set beneath the North Gate. Waiting for your mark." "Mark," Tristan said. BOOM. The ground shook. A mile to the north, a massive plume of fire and debris shot into the sky. The North Gate—the main entrance for the Emperor's supply lines—collapsed inward.

She nodded, “The city would be happy with permanent peace. An heir with both bloodlines…” “Do my friends know this?” “No. Remember, I’m unseen.” “I have to run. I have to get out of the city. I’ve heard what they do to their women. I can’t be one of them.” She pulled me into a hug as she cried, “No one will be able to help you. If you ask for help, you are condemning others to death. The few that know have been commanded into silence and not to interfere. Treason. Unbreakable.”

Until the cleansing was done, no one could get any closer. I looked at Marcus. The man who had bought me my first training uniform was also the same man who had almost killed me with his own hands a moment ago. His eyes were full of regret and fear, but I could not feel sad anymore. I could feel my heart slowing down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cyrus edging backward. He wanted to slip into the forest before Victor called for the inevitable retreat. "Lucian..." I forced the words out of my mouth even when I was gasping. "Go… Go and kill Cyrus… He… He's a traitor!"

When they got like this the best to do was to just stay away and observe from a distance. "Can we just continue with it all already? From what Carson had said, it is pretty obvious that a lot has to be discussed. Did you find anything about the chip or not?" Charmaine continued. She seemed to be in a sour mood today. Abel shrugged. "Well, Mary Potter is more than just a simple chip with a pretty name. It can set off any plane, car, war machine, nuclear weapons, et cetera. It's very dangerous and Verde knows it. He's planning toward a national collision with other nations so that he can exploit, the hardship his Mary Potter would bring. He's also created an anti-ballistic shield around his ho

Mitchell placed hers over it. Nikolai laid his palm last. The moment they touched the stone as one, the world shattered. The battlefield vanished. The wind stopped. The sky turned white. They stood in a vast emptiness , not space, not time , something in between. Before them rose three gates of flame. Each gate bore a symbol , a wolf, a dagger, a heart. And before them, a voice, low and endless: Only one may pass. One truth. One lie. One death.

Unless the thief wants to commit suicide, he won't dare enter. The guards exchanged a skeptical glance before shrugging and moving on. "Wow, there are indeed many ancient treasures here." the stranger laughed. Yes, most of our priceless treasures are kept within the Seven Tower Gate, the safest and most secure place in our pack's stronghold. Only my father, Lord Edgard, has access to its secrets, and even then, only with great caution. The Gate is said to be treacherous, its aura capable of draining a wolf's power and rendering even the strongest helpless.

He stepped into the center and placed a bloodied fang on the war table—a fang torn from the Crimson Fang leader’s second-in-command, a brutal warrior named Maras who had nearly broken through their rear lines. “They sent traitors into our ranks. Fighters who wore our banners, who bore our colors. We cannot let this happen again.” Rowan leaned forward, his voice raspy but firm. “How many traitors were among us?” “Four confirmed,” Aria said. “But they were skilled enough to bypass our ranks for hours before revealing themselves. There could be more.” Velric growled low in his throat. “We must tighten our circle. No outsider should be allowed within a mile of our strongholds without full cleara

Rex asked, raising an eyebrow at the pair of Bohl, who quickly responded by bowing multiple times, one guard handing over his halberd to the other before lifting the massive latch and grunting loudly while straining to push on the large heavy gate, the creak of an unoiled metal hinge resounding out as the gate slowly opened. ‘You’re such a naughty liar’, Minet said through their mental bond, her voice full of seduction, Marcia, and Lacey both snorted back a laugh. ‘Please let’s keep our mind on the job,’ Rex replied, doing his best to cut the conversation off as early as possible, he did not want his mind wandering while such an important task was in front of him. Once the gate was opened en

Rusted husks of \bm{Mag-Lev} harvesters and shattered supply crates littered the red dirt, the scars of a three-month siege that had finally broken the Architect’s supply lines. At the center of the devastation sat the Gate itself: a massive, hexagonal fortification built into the living rock of the mountain. It was the heart of the Resistance, and for the first time in 180 chapters, the banners hanging from its battlements weren’t black. They were the deep, bruised indigo of the Free Territories. The Threshold of Exhaustion