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XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

Brody had someone translate it. "Water pressure exceeds projections... Frame showing deformation... I'm aborting descent... I repeat, aborting descent! Returning to surface..." Then came a dull, muffled crack, like something being crushed under immense force. After that, there was silence. All three teams were gone. Not one of them had even laid eyes on the target submersible. At 2 AM, Brody shot out of his chair. "Maren, look at this." He turned his phone screen toward me. It was a live satellite feed. Griffin's support vessel was moving toward the target zone.

"I'm off tomorrow. I'll go with you to buy a new watch." Before I could refuse, I heard crying at the door. Two female operators were helping Celia inside. Celia was limping, her face streaked with tears. When she got to me, she started crying even harder. "Jess, it's all my fault! Please don't be mad at Sam anymore. I'll give the watch back right now." Her hands shook as she pulled out the watch. But before I could react, it slipped from her grasp and hit the floor. There was a sharp crack, and the face of the watch was shattered.

As I walked, my eyes moved, not fast, not searching, just taking it all in. Three people were at the weapons table, one was near the wall checking a map that hadn’t changed in weeks, two more were by the infirmary entrance. The one who was talking wouldn’t look at me. “Keep going " I said to myself My voice wasn’t loud, It just filled the inward silence. Then, the young hunter swallowed. I watched as his throat moved and his fingers clenched on the datapad. “It’s a report from Sector Twelve " he said. "There is a possible vampire sighting.”

He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things. He spent the rest of the day in meetings, finalizing the details of his deal with Kendrick. He was ruthless and efficient, leaving no stone unturned. As the sun began to set, Damon decided to take a break. He had heard about a new nightclub that was opening downtown, and he thought it might be the perfect place to unwind. He arrived at the club just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. The music was pulsating, and the crowd was already starting to grow.

Before he left, he even reminded me to call him when I arrived at my destination and let him know I was safe. I did not answer and simply watched him leave. That afternoon, I received another message from Jane. This time, she sent me a video. In the video, Andy was wild in bed with her, a pleased growl rumbling in his throat as he was thoroughly pleasured. Jane asked him, "Andy, tell me. Do you ever feel this way when you're with that witch Milly?"

Apparently, it's not unusual to be God knows where at this time of day, just when the sun breaks the horizon since Declan is unattended for too. Still, I wish he at least told me the truth. Not surprising that I'm alone. Refilling my glass, I amble into the living room and plop down on the leather recliner hoping to be able to relax myself to the best of my ability. Placing my glass down on the fancy coaster next to me on the oak end table, my hand then reaches for the remote and switches the tv on. It doesn't take long before I'm scrolling through the channels for what seems like forever until finally choosing Shawn Mendes' 'In Wonder' documentary.

The girl stood up to wash up and change clothes. “Once again,” Venus said before leaving the living room. “Where are we going?” “Hiren Canyon. It is located between the borders of Sembada and Sentana.” It was futile to ask Ildara, because Venus did not even know where it was. However, that was not a problem, she thought as she climbed the steps to the upper floor. Vrosiden Argantra, you may be happy, because I will see you soon.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?