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After logging in and being teleported to White River City, An notification screen pops up in front of Leo’s eyes. “Hello Adventures Welcome to the Lost World. I am the tutorial instructor Liam. I will introduce you to the four main categories and twelve main classes. Please choose the class that will fit u best.” With a wave of Liam's hand all the four categories and twelve classes pop up in front of Leo. The twelve classes were categorised according to the four categories. Warrior:- Shield Warrior, Guardian knight and berserker.

I don't know if Asher knows I am aware of what Alex told me and I didn't want to overstep or get Alex in trouble for sharing information with me that he shouldn't have. 'They have levels for warriors here in Blood Moon. Elite, Diamond, Platinum and then training for your everyday wolves. They want to place us in our levels according to our skill sets and to ensure that Alpha Lance sent over his top warriors. I am counting on you all to perform at your peak levels and prove to Alpha Asher why Alpha Lance and Gamma Aaron chose you for this trip.'

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

But then, a ShadowClan patrol, alerted by the sounds of the fight, arrived as reinforcement. The ShadowClan warriors, known for their stealth and agility, moved like wraiths through the undergrowth, flanking the Crimson Fang and cutting off their escape routes. Their attack was coordinated, not with elaborate plans or pre-arranged signals, but with an intuitive understanding born of shared experience and mutual trust. Rhys, the hotheaded Silvermoon warrior who had previously clashed with Kael, found himself fighting alongside the ShadowClan leader, their movements a ballet of deadly precision. They fought not as rivals but as equals, their combined strength turning the tide of battle.

I turned. A warrior. Mid twenties. Big through the shoulders in the way that some wolves are who have trained hard since early adolescence and let it make them wide. He was standing about three meters away with a short practice staff held loosely in one hand and an expression that was not quite a smile. I recognized the expression. I had been on the receiving end of it for years in different forms. It was the look of someone who had spotted the person in the room they were allowed to diminish and was deciding whether it was worth the energy.

Several sounds of blast resonated as the young warriors activated their ancestral spirit power which ignited their weapons—making ready, to defend themselves. The place quickly became lit up as several weapons caught aflame, with different types of fire burning, to expose the creature's true form. Splash! In less than an instant, Using its powerful paw, the creature jumped forward and slashed at the body of a young male warrior. Just as quickly as its paw reached its target, it tore open the young warrior's stomach and sent pieces of fresh, bloody meat scattering away—to expose the bloody red intestines and mangled guts. Which rolled over to the ground like a heap of freshly cooked spiced no

“Although, if you didn’t think it was me why in the world would you even grant entrance?” Brother Victor ignored his words turning to Elaina. He studied her through tiny black eyes that seemed to see right to her soul. “And who is your friend?” “Elaina Mason.” Elaina said stepping forward. “I’m a warrior of the North.” “Ah I see.” Brother Victor said taking Elaina’s hand and giving it a shake. “A pleasure my dear. Now come inside you two, you look a mess what happened?” As they walked through the halls of the temple Chase recounted their adventure to Brother Victor. Elaina too busy taking in her surroundings didn’t bother giving any imput.

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

she yelped, shaking her head at me. “You are in so much trouble.” Ryker laughed. “It’ll be worth it.” I smirked. We continued to walk to the training field. “So, how many warriors are we looking at?” Ryker asked his sister as he stood next to her. “A total of four hundred, two hundred warriors, one hundred trackers and one hundred enforcers.” she informed him. “do you see what I see what I see?” she asked Ryker. Ryker scanned the training grounds, “where are all your females?”

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.