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His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.

I turned to Morpheus who was glaring at me Dartron was staring intensely at me “ the last we met you were really scared, that’s an improvement” “Maybe I am not scared anymore because you are not as intimidating as I thought” Morpheus growled at me “give me permission and she won’t be able to insult you” “Don’t” Thanos said “I suggest you listen to your Master” I mocked at Morpheus and I noticed that he was so close to ripping my head of” “She is a hellhound, you will end up dead if you try anything stupid,” Dartron said, he is the quietest of the three brothers, he has only been staring at me since he entered the cafe.

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

It was a supremely domineering move, which was even comparable to a God’s attack. Ralf’s forehead was also covered in sweat when he saw Vlad being forced to use Deliquescent Slash by Tyr. ‘Young Master had to use the Deliquescent Slash! That Tyr guy is a pain to deal with. Even so, I doubt that he will be able to fight back once that technique is used!’

I looked at my Splatoon Smartwatch, showing all my Fate Grand Order info on it. I used my Galeemic Scan ability at Octo Callie, once my Galeemic Scan was finished at look at my Splatoon Smartwatch “Octo Callie, Class: Caster, Status; Manipulated by Corona”, Meridia was amazed to see what I was doing, “just as I suspected, looks like everyone within my sanctuary just got manipulated by Corona my usurper, this will be hard, tough and dangerous but I know for a fact that Corona will be defeated, Callie is a Caster classed servant according to my Splatoon smartwatch holding info on Fate/Grand Order data. Casters are effective against Assassin-classed servants but weak towards Rider-classed serva

Said Cornelio. “Yes, sir!” said both of them. “…! I really don’t like used to it …!” said Cornelio slowly. Squad 44 believe if this plan will lead them to the end of the battle. “Ah, right. Here is something to help you in front line.” Said Cornelio. Cornelio call up one of his Aero-drone and gave them a useful item to each front line Herrscher. “This is …” said the SLT-class. “Yes, that’s SLT-Toner.” Said Cornelio.

He was a monster who slept on a throne of broken Alpha blades and executed traitors without uttering a single word. Beside the driver's bench, Vorak swallowed loudly. His rough, calloused hands were sweating against the leather reins. "Look at the size of it," the second slaver whispered, his voice trembling as he stared up at the black banners snapping wildly in the wind. The banners bore a striking, terrifying emblem: a silver-and-crimson sword thrust through the jaw of a roaring wolf.

"Now inform your men to free her, I buy her for twenty thousand gold coins. I do not want to drag a price with any of the slave masters in here." Jaxon said, looking at the crowds who dispersed to the other corners. But few other creatures who were vampires and dragons, had remained still, not leaving their position. He watched them, trying to know if they would challenge his trade, but all remained quiet. He turned towards his slave, watching as she bowed her head so low enough. Afraid to look into his eyes, he smiled, he was buying her because that is what the goddess had intended on him doing. "Yes alpha king, you can have her, she is yours, all yours."

"But yes. We are going to drug him. But that's not your issue. Just focus on Mr. Wolfe." Chloe frowned as she was dragged towards the doors of the VIP suite. Two males that had shoulders as wide as the door and just as tall as it were guarding the empty hallway. They appeared to just be loitering but as she got close, Chloe could see their eyes watching everything around them. They weren't Nathaniel's men. They were too muscular to be. These were wolves that trained hard to be the ultimate apex predator. They didn't need guns to protect themselves. There was a wildness to them as well, as if they were made of petrichor, earth and rock from the unforgiving mountains. Chloe had the sudden urge

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re