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“How do I destroy the magic guarding the southern packs?” The seer stood motionless for a beat, then lifted a trembling hand and pointed toward me. “You already know the answer. But you’ve buried it.” I frowned. “Speak clearly.” He inhaled slowly. “The blood needed… is the Blood of Elarion. Pure. Ancient. Sacrosanct. The only blood that can break the Fullbinding.” “Where do I find it?” His answer came like the chime of a death bell. “It flows in Georgia.”

Everything Judith said had Ryn overthinking. The girl strode unsteadily towards the elevator. Enough of her questions had been answered. And from everything she knew, none of it made her feel better. Ryn needed clarification about how to behave. One of the things that made her think hard was when Judith said that the Bloodwolf was a compass to find the location of the northern witch guarding Moonlight Falls. The girl could not shake the memory of her conversation with Judith some time ago.

Sky clenched his fists, and a vein popped out in his neck as he cried out, “Mark my words! One day, I’ll annihilate the Blood Race.” “Alright now, cheer up. We should return for now and verify the authenticity of the dragon’s whereabouts that are marked on the map. If the location is accurate, we will go slay the dragon. Once we slay the dragon, we can obtain as much dragon’s blood as we want.” Sky forcefully calmed himself down. That was the only available option they had. Seeing that Sky had composed himself, James breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that Sky would make a ruckus, thereby pulling him into the conflict.

In their way to DRADIA our heroes passed by NOCTALIA the city of dark elves. The dark elves also known by the elk riders, AHMET decided to pass there to buy a rides for the group he buys elks for them and they passed the night in the hotel. At night AHMET heard something moving he light a candle and he saw his backpack moves he opened it was the egg. After been merged with the feather the egg now is ready to hatch, he took the egg and he put it beside him and he fall asleep.

Bag packed, expression set in that grim determination I’d seen during battles we weren’t supposed to survive. “This better be worth missing Seraphine’s warmth,” he muttered, handing me one of the flashlights we’d grabbed from storage. “It is,” I said, clicking mine on. The beam cut through the dark. “The Realm of Shadows holds the origins of the Mark. We will go to the halls of dread just outside of Norsen at the banks of the shadow river. The old warlock beastiary definitely has answers. If there’s a way to remove it, or control it, it’s there.”

“You’re right. We’ll only reach out to her if there’s no other choice.” I exhaled softly, grateful that he didn’t argue. Then his eyes met mine again, all Alpha focus now. “So. What do you need for the ritual?” I looked down at the pendant in my hand—the same necklace that had once turned to a blade. It shimmered faintly, guiding me even now. “The blood of a white frost elk.” Ronan sucked in a sharp breath. “You can’t be serious.” “I am.” “Lyra, those creatures are nearly extinct,” he said, his tone edged with disbelief. “They only live along the northern border. That’s a full day’s ride, and even then, they hide deep in the mountain passes. Most hunters never find one.”

"Moonflower essence is the easiest, expensive but available through proper channels if you know who to ask. I can get you that by tomorrow." He pointed to an empty slot in the case. "Dragon's blood resin requires travel to the Scorched Peaks. Three days' journey minimum, through territory that doesn't welcome outsiders. The dragon there don't take kindly to strangers." "I'll handle it." "Will you now?" He raised an eyebrow. "And the silver sage? Only grows in cursed ground where dark magic was performed. Blood rituals. Death magic. The kind of places even experienced witches avoid." He closed the case with a snap.

Let us be yours. Damn them for using such pretty words to ruin me like this. I need to move on quickly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It doesn’t take me up to an hour to get back to Crestbane. But instead of heading to my dorm, I head straight to Crestbane forest to get my ingredients ready for Kaelith Argon. A little bit of my dark blood and a mix of the foxglove shrub is all it takes for me to get the current location of the Liminal order member. The man is in Crestbane already.

Each of them has their own special powers. The aquatic elves had an appearance of blue skin with white stripes and patches or deep green skin, mottled and striped with brown. They live inside water having the ability to detect minute changes in the currents of the water and could hear sounds underwater that surface dwellers could not perceive. Dark elves live in caves, having a purple skin, which is usually of a very dark, almost black hue having powers; strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, and reflexes. Some Dark Elves, like Malekith, can use fairy magic to shapeshift, teleport, and project energy blasts, deep elves live in darkness underground having strength, intelligence and de

It was a sign that we had to move to the field immediately. We quickly left the room to join the ranks. Chaz ordered us all to be quiet and check our weapons. As usual, I always brought my crossbow and rifle. After the assignment, my squad, squad four, had to explore an area called Windstone. The coldest and loneliest area in the west of York bordered by the Greenleaves forest, and if you walked further south, you would see the ruins of Willeth. There were no humans living in this area due to its poor condition, and even animals were rarely seen in this place.