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Instead of leaving like Alejandro had instructed, Blade took a bold step and she encircled her arms around Alejandro's waist, resting on his bare back. Alejandro was a bit taken aback by Blade's action, but he got angry almost immediately. "And what the fuck do you think you're doing, Blade?!" He asked, angrily without moving an inch. "Why Alejandro? Why can't you just see me as a woman for once, and not your childhood friend or a member of the Gambino family?" Blade asked with a soft tone as she hugged him from behind, her arms firmly wrapped around his waist and her head resting on his back.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

The Director’s voice floats down, almost amused. “Listen to her, Renn. Miss Vale has become very possessive of graves.” Renn’s thumb tightens. I throw the Phantom Blade. I do not throw it at her. I throw it at the wire bundle behind the detonator. The blade hits the cable housing and sticks. Bad throw. Pregnant, exhausted, hip half-failed, hand burning, bad angle. Still close enough. Sarah shoots the blade hilt. The impact drives it through the housing. The countdown stutters.

“I don’t think so. My parents were werewolves, and from what I know, so were my grandparents.” Blade returns with the ice and helps Sky put it on her cheek. Remembering there are more witches in the gym and that Holgar and the pair might need help killing them, I get out of the bunker. Sky remains with Blade. Blood is splattered on the walls and on the floor. Three witches have bolts in their foreheads and necks, while the remaining three are torn to shreds. Holgar, back in his human form, and the couple have sustained many injuries but are alive. But if they don’t receive medical attention… they might die.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.