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Jake said coldly, bringing my attention back to our fight. Victor narrowed his eyes and laughed. He raised his hands and sent another blast toward us. My shield held it back, but it was a hard one. I was panting, trying to keep the blast away. As soon as the blast was over, my shield fell down. I couldn’t hold it up. Victor smirked and riled up his magic again. I didn’t have the time to raise a shield, but Jake and Aria reacted. They knocked Victor’s spell out of the way.

he hissed. “But it’s too late. The ritual is almost complete. And when it is, I’ll have the power to crush you and your pathetic pack.” I could see Gideon moving behind Alaric, creeping closer to the altar. I needed to keep him distracted just a little longer. “You’re wrong, Alaric,” I said, forcing a smile. “You’ve already lost.” Alaric’s eyes blazed with fury, and he took a step toward me, his hands crackling with dark energy. “I will make you regret those words, Sera,” he snarled.

Raven herself no longer knew what was real and what was a trick. Instantly, the pendant on her chest pulsed. The blue light that had been dim now shone brighter, dispelling the darkness that surrounded them. In that flash of light, Raven saw the black-robed figures take a step back. Their expressions changed, no longer full of confidence, but fear. Valtorius took the opportunity. With quick movements, he chanted something-an ancient-sounding incantation, echoing in the tense air. Golden light formed arcane symbols around them, creating a barrier that separated them from the black-robed creatures.

“Since Ariana’s consciousness is stabilizing, we can proceed to the final phase.” Final phase. Her stomach dropped. Lucas’s head tilted slightly. Victor leaned closer to him. “Activate secondary override.” Lucas’s jaw tightened. For a second— He fought it. Ariana saw it. A flicker of resistance. Her heart pounded. “Fight,” she whispered at the screen. Then— Lucas’s eyes went completely dark. Not white. Black. Victor turned toward the camera. As if he could see her watching. “As you can see,” he said calmly, “the backup works beautifully.”

Overcoming her past trauma, Aria seizes her destiny with each strike, until Connor's threat is finally extinguished. But her path to justice is not yet complete. Aria must confront Vornt, the manipulative demon wizard who orchestrated her suffering. With her newfound power and clarity, Aria stands resolute against Vornt's dark magic. In a gripping battle, she outwits him, turning the wizard's own tricks against him. With a final burst of determination, Aria delivers the decisive blow, ending Vornt's reign of terror once and for all.

Varek rose again, his smirk still in place, his presence filling the space like a storm. “Oh,” Varek’s voice drawled, dripping with mockery, “a witch, how delightful.” Violet’s eyes glowed bright white. “You should’ve stayed dead.” She thrust her hand forward, summoning lightning that cracked through the hall. The bolt struck fast and violent — but Varek moved faster. He dodged, the blast searing the staircase instead. Varek laughed darkly, “You’ll have to do better than that.” Violet snarled and sent another bolt — this time wide — catching the chandelier above. It fell, shattering between them, buying her seconds. But it wasn’t enough.

Vasilio's tail that caught Zeno's attack towards him immediately made him jump to avoid it and caused Zeno's attack to hit a tree trunk to burn it instantly. The man returned to his son and hugged Viktor instantly. The boy couldn't move as if something was locking his movements. Viktor occasionally appeared to have seizures and it was clear that the boy had shortness of breath and great pain inside him. Vasilio hissed furiously. He glared at Zeno. However, before he could attack the Lycan man, a shriek from someone called his name. Aro emerged from the portal right behind him. Vasilio's confidant who had been fighting alongside the Witchers had appeared at the right time. Vasilio got up hold

“You told me, you trust me. You also want our gradual enrichment, don't you?! Do you know how I did that?! I scammed some of the men in our town, Helga, I told them to invest in the business that we will build so that Dako Paroon can recover. But of course, I just fooled them. I offered them to him, Helga. I thought that was enough! But the Lord is also greedy, he is as greedy as me,” I could feel the anger in his voice. Did he kill men for money? Who in the right mind would do that?! “He told me she needed a mate. Lilith doesn't like him, so his partner in evil should come from me. I was scared too, Helga! I was scared too! ” his voice echoed all over the place. Fear crept into my body, as

"Alpha death. Luna blood. Mass sacrifice. I have everything I need." The platform was soaked with blood from the fallen warriors. Death magic hung heavy in the air. Arlene smashed the vials. Damoew's stasis-blood poured out, mixing with the fresh death. Dark magic erupted. Darker than before. Stronger. The ground beneath the platform cracked open. And from below, ancient power answered. The Lycan Vault was opening.

The one I met in the woods that asked me to be careful. I’ve not been here again since that night. It was just my crazy luck that I had to meet him today again. This time, even if where we were standing was not fully illuminated, I could see his face properly. My breath caught in my throat and I bit back the sharp remark that sprang to my lips when I recognized him. He was Seven. The cage fighter that defeated Brody the first night I found this place. The same man who had won each and everyone of his opponents since the night he won against Brody. It was no wonder I thought him and the band holding his hair away from his face to be familiar that night in the woods.