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Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

He’s skinny and pale with dark circles under his eyes. “What…do you want”, I ask, my voice coming out shaky- my hands curling into fists in anxiety and fear. He reaches his hand into his pocket and brings out something. With a click, the moonlight reflects a deadly gleam off the object. It’s a switchblade. With a thud, my heart stutters for a beat before resuming loud and fast in my rib cage. My eyes are fixated on the sharp blade and blood quickly drains from my face.

I yelled walking while pulling Alexis along with me "No that hurts lets go this way" She said while yanking me in the opposite direction "no lighting struck that way lets go this way" "lighting doen't strike twice in one spot so come on" She pulled the rod her way and I pulled it my way then I heard a loud BOOM and everything ernt black.

"Oh, and one more thing. I know about the switch. I know everything. So if you try to run, if you try to tell anyone, both of you die. Understand?" The line went dead. I stood frozen in Sage's bedroom with the notebook in my hands, staring at that black car outside. Someone knows about the switch. Someone wants Sage's information about a dead boy and is threatening to kill us both. Behind me, footsteps came from the hallway. A heavy one not like my father's stumbling gait. Someone else was in the apartment. I spun around as Sage's bedroom door slowly opened. A figure was standing in the doorway. Tall and a dark hoodie hiding his face.

No one moved. The wind howled across the ridge, carrying ice and stone, but the expedition remained frozen. Every eye was fixed on the black structure below. On the symbol that should not have been there. On the faint glow that had already begun to fade, as if the seal was breathing. Kael's hand found the hilt of his silver blade. The familiar weight grounded him. "The Twin Blades were made to open a door. A door to what?" Aion shook his head slowly. His face had gone pale. "I don't know."

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

The air was thick with the smell of soldering tin and burning plastic. "It's ugly," Kara muttered, not looking up as Ren and Leo burst in. "Don't tell me it's ugly. I know it's ugly." Ren dumped the server blade on the floor. "Will this help?" Kara looked at the ancient hardware. Her eyes lit up. "A Gen-2 Server Blade? Where did you find this? This has a dedicated cooling unit. I can overclock this to handle the neural load." "Can you build the interface?" Ren asked, stripping off his wet coat.