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Little did we know that the confrontation with Blake was only the beginning of a much larger battle that awaited us. Professor, visibly concerned, emphasized that Blake had indeed seen him. Derick, trying to downplay the significance, reassured Professor that even if Blake had seen him, he wouldn't recognize him. However, Professor revealed that he and Blake had a history, explaining that he had once used a chemical to attack Blake's rogues, sparking a deep-seated vendetta between them. Now that Blake had seen him, Professor believed that revenge was at the forefront of Blake's mind.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

"The firewall is too dense!" "Stand aside, glitch-thief," a deep, rumbling voice boomed. Brog, the Awakened Blacksmith, stepped to the front of the Vanguard. His massive, pixelated muscles bulged as he hefted his heavy forging hammer. He had survived the Catacombs, and he had tasted the power of his own agency. He was no longer a merchant; he was a breaker of chains. "The Great Machine hides behind mirrors," Brog growled, his eyes burning with a fierce, unscripted orange light. "But a mirror cannot stop an anvil."

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Reason for joining team unknown. His current bounty is five thousand perus. Steronick Brightblade a former thief and buglar. Aged sixteen. Joined the team to pay off a debt. Uses mystical daggers only he can summon in fights. He is usually hyperactive, noisy, loudmouthed and cheeky. His current bounty is two thousand perus. The new guy. The last and final member of the team who joined months earlier. He has a strange attitude of ignoring every one and rarely talks unless needed. His strength is unknown. Age, unknown. Power, unknown. Bounty, none. Has an unsettling aura. Wielding an unknown blade.