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She kept throwing Trojan horse data in an attempt to squeeze the Death Broadcast room. Ross said, “Do you still remember what the Death Judge said? There is a pre-set time lock at the bottom of the glass cover. What he said is a time lock. It doesn’t need a key to open at all. Once the time is up, it will open naturally, but the time is definitely not too short!” The few of them frowned and began to think. “It seems to be true!” “If the key he mentioned is not used to open the lock, what is it used to open?”

He answered the phone and removed the phone from his ear forcefully. “He is not lying. The police just confirmed it.” “It’s now beginning to make sense. Fuck me!” Lucas yelled. “So my grandson is planning my downfall! He is just as useless as his mother,” Mr. Edward said. Lucas then remembered the Rubik’s cube. “Wait! You are yet to tell me how to open the Rubik’s cube. It might have what everyone is looking for, Dr. Matthews’ paper.” “Yes, it is. Only a necklace can open it.”

Once again, he struggled to keep his mouth shut, his face turning a bright shade of red. “Fuck… When you hold the key, you say the word ‘Apertus’ meaning open in Latin, and the portal appears.” “Huh… Fun. What happens when it opens?” Emma asked as she examined the key dangling between her fingers. “You walk through it and come out on the border of our camp,” he sighed in defeat. He was no longer struggling. It seemed he had finally realized there was no point in resisting. “What about this? What’s in this vial?” Emma asked, holding up a small bottle we also found inside his pouch.

Her eyelids shut tightly, bracing herself for the impact, but it never came. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to see that she hadn't fallen off. She was suspending upside down, with Matthew's strong arms holding her waist tightly, preventing her from plummeting to the earth. Looking up, she was appalled to see her nightgown had bunched up around her hips, exposing everything underneath to his eyes.

I tried to open it but it was locked. "How can I open it? It's locked." father shook his head and push uncle towards me. "You go tell him Laurent." My uncle sigh, giving me a piece of paper. "You'll find this in a bottle. It is a poem. The last words lead you to a room, where all lost things is found. Remember, the key is the answer." He wink at me before my father slowly lower me down and I was swallowed by the water once again. *end of dream*

He felt for an instant like a modern-day Moses. As Amorth read the words on the tablet, he felt surprised. He had expected the cruciform key to be a map, or a complex series of directions, perhaps even encoded. The cruciform key, however, bore the simplest of inscriptions. Amorth was stunned with the devilish simplicity. The secret location of what they sought was revealed in a Bible verse? Although he did not recall the exact contents of the verse by heart, he knew what it translates to. He thought, barely able to contain his excitement.

She silently walked away leaving the two love birds alone. *********** Lovelyn's POV, All the anger I felt for him disappeared just by a mere hug from him as I clinged unto him. "What's the unlock code of your door?" I asked as he gently released me. "Lovelyn" he answered as I stared confused at him. "Huh?" "My unlock code is your name" he answered as I was surprised to the bone, I felt like I just heard the opposite. "Are you surprised?" He asked while typing in my name on the door's lock.

this was Duke-X’s words of encouragement to Juste. Chastine frowned. “How will we know the passcode?” she had disappointingly asked the peculiar witborn. By then, Duke-X was humming a tune and sang out the instructions for them to know the password: “Looky here, o curious mind Enter the depths of this thing behind From side to side you’ll see fun But it gets better as no coin is run Take your pick from these books in the box But some volumes need a code to unlock You’ll find out the right combination

Cara walked beside her, whispering when they found something old. “This was Elise’s doing,” she’d say. Or, “That one? That one belongs to Grandmother.” And once: “That one’s mine.” --- They unearthed a hatch behind the greenhouse—sealed with seven iron locks. Yvette knelt before it. Each lock had a different symbol—sun, moon, flame, eye, thorn, key, and silence. “Only blood can open it,” Tristan said. But not his. Not Cara’s. Yvette.

“Wait. What?” “So many things will unravel themselves if you unlock the mind of your mate. He is the key to the mysteries of your life.” The voice kept going cold. “You're stronger than you know. You are the chosen one. To escape that room, you have to go through the sky. Believe in yourself.”