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Marco Polo and Giovanio from Plufwarts School of Spell also jumped down after them. Just like Audrey's group, the other group of warlocks that they met in the desert land was also intending to go on Rhapsody Swamp as well. Though it was a little bit disheartening, that from their initial group of five warlocks, Marco Polo's group was now down to two members. Since the other three warlocks of their group already met their end at the desert and they were nothing but a pile of yellow sand. When the crowd opened their eyes once more, the sea of sand was no longer in sight.

Some were having pleased smiles on their faces. While others sported a slight frown and perhaps boredom in their countenance. Most were Unique Immortals of course and the rest was the top experts in this film of reality. Level 9 cultivators and its equivalent names on here were called 9th level wizards. Maru tried to take a breather even as he was broken piece by piece in front of a much stronger foe. Others may not have noticed it but Maru was getting some strange devolution from the unending battery from Jaden.

I asked him, but he said nothing, his gaze intensely glued in the direction of the first howling. "Let's move, now!" He nudged me as we moved with quick strips. "What the hell just happened?" I gasped for breathing. "They are Scouts." He finally answered. "Crescent Hollow had its a different kind of rogues. Judging from the population, not all of them are friendly." "Who's their leader?" I asked "Mara Veyra," he replied, his tone showing both respect and a hint of fear. "If she decides you are worth keeping, you will live...if not..." He didn't finish, and I knew what that means. I was walking into the lion's den!

A third was made of jagged obsidian shards that clicked and clattered. "By the Moon," Jax whispered. He lowered his rifle. "How do we shoot that?" "They are elementals," Victor said. He lowered the binoculars. "The Primevals." There were hundreds of them. A legion of nightmares marching up the winding road toward our gate. "They want the child," Mara whimpered. "They can smell her light." Victor turned to the pack. Fifty enforcers stood on the wall. They were brave men and women but their faces were pale. They were trained to fight wolves and vampires. They were not trained to fight walking graveyards.

I whispered. “It is,” she said gently. Ruin remained beside me, silent and watchful. “You disappeared ten years ago,” Mara continued. “We thought you were dead.” My head spun. “I do not remember you,” I said. “You will,” she replied. “Because they are coming back for you.” “Who?” I asked. Mara looked at Ruin. “The Bratva,” she said. The room fell silent. “Ivan is only the messenger,” Mara continued. “The real hunters are already moving.”

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"I jogged coming here so Mom and I can go home together later... Have a breakfast Ms. Ashley." I put the breakfast I buy on Mom's center table. "Thank you very much, Wynzlette. Wait for Doctora Letty. She is currently having her last operation." While waiting for Mom, I opened the book about witches. I saw the group called Exilir Magaton Pack. They are the group where the healers and some seers come from but only a few families survived due to the work of the Rising Sun Spider Pack. "Maybe the ancestors of Mrs. Loudor..." I whispered.

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

Marcel wondered in bitterness as he brought the phone closer to his ears. "What have the witches got to do with the simple plans I asked you to follow?" He gritted his teeth, dismissing the shivering omega who had clipped his toenail. It has grown longer than usual, and the omegas are always available for some lowlife job. That was the hierarchy of his pack. Because they were useless, Marcel has decided to make them useful. "I know they were there! Remember when I said those damn witches didn't exist? I just want to cut off their head!" Rogue— Marcel couldn't recall his name and screamed into the phone. It caused a nagging headache at the back of his head.

They exuded an air of quiet confidence, their expressions guarded yet welcoming. George turned to Maggie and spoke with a sense of purpose in his voice. "Maggie, I want you to meet Harry and Elizabeth," he said, motioning towards the couple who were now seated at the edge of the room. Harry, a tall and rugged man with a charismatic aura, wore a weathered leather jacket, while Elizabeth, a striking woman with fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, exuded a quiet strength. "You wanted to know the people responsible for my son's ability to control his powers," George continued, his voice steady. "Well, this is the pack my late wife belonged to and it was their werewolf pack who played a c