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I can remain a virgin, secure the funds, and focus entirely on saving her life. "Rest now, Mom. I am going down to the lower quarter to procure some raw herbs and daily essentials." I squeeze her cold fingers one last time before stepping out into the bustling streets of Ebonhaven. My personal vault is completely empty; I usually spend every waking hour performing black-market Psi tracking jobs just to afford a single vial of healing serum for her. The royal obsidian token Cassius handed me this morning is a literal lifesaver. I head into a premium boutique in the Crimson Noble Quarter, picking out heavy cloaks and basic necessities. Just as I reach the front counter, a shrill, arrogant laug

“Nightcore Tear?” She nodded. “Yes. It’s a rare black gem found deep within the Blackfire Mountains in South Asia. What makes it unique is that the center holds a hidden crystal—a brilliant blue flame gem. But the outside stone shields it. Most people don’t even know the real gem is inside. The outer part is used to make jewelry as well—still valuable, but nothing like the rare core.” She looked at me carefully. “Only a trained expert can extract the center without damaging it. That’s why this piece is very rare—and very expensive.”

No metal, no gem, no gift from the earth would do. It had to come from me. From my soul. My will. My light. And in the middle of chaos and death, beneath a sky choked by shadow, it finally did. A soft blue gem rose from the center of my palm, born of blood and magic. It glowed like crystal dipped in starlight—clear and bright, pulsing with the steady rhythm of calm. It hovered there, sensing the Dark Stone, waiting for the battle it had been made for.

"Wolfsbane is common and can be acquired anywhere, so there are no leads as of now. I will let you know if I find anything." "Thank you, Jade. We appreciate your help. We will take it from here." I vowed, my eyes burning with unshed tears. *** Follow my socials to stay updated! F******k: The Scripturient I*******m: san_2045

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

"They’re really hard to come by, but they’re quite effective." "Where do we get one?" Thia pushed. "I don’t give a damn if I have to rip one out of the heart of some ridiculous creature. I’ll do it. " "The black market." Asher murmured, drawing everyone’s attention to himself once more. "We will have to find it on the black market." "Perfect." Haidan sighed. "We needed to go have a word with Q anyway." "What?" Asher gasped. "Why in the world would you want to do business with that mole?"

They sat on low wooden stools facing the hearth, eating roasted sweet potatoes and sipping tea. “I’m sorry I’ve put you through this, Kalina,” Sekar said. “I can see the fear in your eyes. You have every right to curse me.” “Forget it. Maybe all of this is happening to change something that shouldn’t have happened, right?” Kalina forced a smile. “I’m just confused about how we can get out of this mess.” “The Black Magic Clan desperately wants the Aurora Gem. If they move to betray the Nigella kingdom to seize it, the best solution is to destroy the gem. Unfortunately, the gem has now found the right vessel.” Sekar spoke at length.

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

Not only did Sylvio have to make the special medicine for Elora, but he also needed to treat his injuries. Although David stopped the blow in time, it was the attack from the soul of a Heavenly Overlord after all. No ordinary person could bear the blow from him. “Okay, okay! Just tell me what you need. As long as it’s available in Amber City, no, as long as it’s available in The Spirit Cage, I’ll get it for you,” David patted his chest and promised. He would not care when it came to Pebbles’ restoration of her soul. If Sylvio needed something, he would spend money to buy it. If he could not, he would even steal it.

Leo asked, his face turning pale. Elara looked toward the glowing sphere in the distance, the beacon of the United Cities. "More than you have, Leo. We need the Primal Marrow-the original source of Liquid Silver. And according to Sarah's maps, the only place it still exists in its pure form is in the Catacombs of the First-Born, right below Halloway's office." The Shattered Peace