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It's unfortunate I'm here alone. “Hit the mark, Katrienair. ” He gave me a spear. I examined the spear. It was made of finer quality than I'd ever seen, made of solid oak wrapped in its finest leather. My heart pounded as I stepped forward. It was a nearly impossible task but I just had to try. I've never used a spear but I've watched him use it the last time we met. I just hoped. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply. I'm going to give this my all.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

He laughs, ruffling his curls, "I wish I could, but I'm not sure how to use my abilities yet. However, Soren did a mighty fine job teaching me to use a spear." "A spear? Interesting, but I am not too surprised. Soren's preferred weapon is the spear. You will have to show me what you have learned,” I say with excitement. Giving a bright, closed-eyed smile, he slowly stands up, "I'd love to show you." I watch as he walks partway into the trees, then returns holding a halberd spear. I furrow my brows, recognizing the spear by the blue leather grip and silver beaded strips handing. That is Soren's spear.

- Meanwhile, at the heart of the heritage zone, Tia was holding a silver spear and down on one knee, gasping mouthfuls of air. The spear was gleaming with a faint golden gold and an aura that would leave anyone stunned! A Royal-grade weapon! Still, she was a mess and covered in blood, but his fighting spirit remained ablaze as she glared dead ahead at the roaring wyrm a dozen feet away!

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

With a furious roar, he hurled it toward Kiara's back. "Die!!" The spear shot forward like lightning. Yet... Kiara never turned around. She never even tilted her head. Without looking— She simply raised one hand. Clang. She caught the spear effortlessly. The entire arena froze. Still facing away— She flicked her wrist. The spear flew back even faster than before. THUD! A deathly silence engulfed the battlefield. No one moved. No one even dared to breathe. The spear that the Barbarian King had thrown now rested deep inside his own chest.

The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat. The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance. Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.

In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight. "Audrey, you can't think..." Nathan trails off. It's ridiculous. Only two things I know for sure about Sean: he hates hybrids and he is ruthless. The plan is so cruel that it's unthinkable. He never even had to hide his aversion to them, he could just express it freely. "How did they mark him? Kieran?" I rasp out, my voice catching with emotion. The Elite member frowns in confusion. "Claws. The good old-fashioned way," he continues humorlessly.

A shock wave passed through the ground, and the undead resumed their frenzy and lunged at him, but they never touched the ground, they flew several meters above the ground while black spikes protruded from the earth and pierced their body. He took a spear from the weapons on his back, twirled it, and slammed into the ground, the shockwave sweeping away the nearby undead. The shooters resumed their attack, but each of them disappeared around him. "Spear Art." He spun the spear and threw it with incredible force at a group of shooters, but it stuck to the rock rather than any of them. "Dagger Art." This time, he took 2 battered daggers and slashed the undead around him, with exceptional skill.

He hadn't been planning to fight yet, but the spear had been one step ahead of him and was ready for action. Sacred weapons were different from ordinary ones. It could sense the change in the situation through the energy of its master. "Be careful, ma'am!" Sebastian shouted. He shook the Flamedrake Soul Spear, and a scarlet glow pierced the air and shot forth.