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he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

"The blessing from the goddess can only be used to heal, if they used it to fight against someone the carrier of the blessing will be killed. The King Alpha won't let that happen to the lady, especially Alpha Arther. The win is still ours. With this, they can't beat us." The King Rogue continues to stare at the paper and from what he knew, the formula was written in a foreign language, he is delighted to see the translated one. The one that Letitia translated. What will happen to the kingdom this time?

“Necessary. You have learned what it is to survive, to trust, to wield power responsibly. And now, the final test begins.” From the enemy’s edge, the masked leader raised a hand, and the remaining corrupted forces surged with renewed ferocity. Kael and Mira fought to hold the line, but it was clear that brute force alone would not suffice. The battlefield was breaking apart, ice cracking beneath the pressure, snow and steam obscuring vision, magic colliding with magic in violent bursts.

Suddenly, the back door of the classroom slammed open with a loud bang. A girl with a high ponytail burst inside. The metal studs on her black leather jacket scraped against the doorframe with a sharp clatter. A few streaks of pale gold hair slipped loose from her ponytail and swayed beside her face like flickers of sunlight, drawing attention to the small beauty mark under her eye. It was Laura, the rebellious girl Horace had called his "true love" in my last life. Her lashes trembled, fierce and angry, like a cornered animal ready to strike. She marched straight toward Horace.

"The pack has no room for useless husks. Get out of here, now. "The Alpha's heir will only be my son, Dexter Ulrick. Theron promised us that." As I recalled the tragedy of my past life, I looked at Cayden and firmly said, "My dear Cayden, would you be willing to leave the Silverfrost pack with me? Shall we return to my bloodland?" Cayden's Bloodline Fading could only be cured through an Alpha's bloodline infusion ritual. In my past life, I couldn't get Theron's help. But in this life, I would take Cayden back to the Azuremoon pack, where my father—Alpha Rudolph Odolff—would perform the ritual himself for Cayden.

Something else. Something twisted. Creatures composed of darkness. Their eyes blaze crimson. Their claws shine in the moonlight. Callum bares his teeth. "Get behind me," he growls. But I step forward beside him. "No," I reply. "We fight together." He looked at me, pride shining in his eyes. "Together," he agrees. The creatures charge. And the battle begins. Claws collide against claws. Magic crackles in the air. I battle alongside Callum, my new power flashing through me.

"You think you can defeat me, Kelly? Your unity will crumble before the darkness!" With a fierce cry, I raised my sword, the moonlight glinting off the blade. "We will not be intimidated! We stand together, stronger than ever!" The battle erupted as our forces clashed, chaos reigning as swords met and spells flew. The air crackled with energy as magic intertwined with steel, illuminating the darkness that threatened to engulf us. I fought alongside my warriors, my heart pounding in my chest as I pushed forward, determined to confront Marrok once and for all. Each swing of my sword echoed with the strength of my pack, each spell cast a testament to our unity.

It's created by the swing of Dómr's claw. I knew they are training, but I didn't imagine it'd be a direct 1 vs 6 brawl. It's Dómr against Forsjá, Felix, Pearl, Asha, Fortuna, and Fylgja. “Fallið aftur, ljón!” (Fall back, lion!) Asha is guiding the flow of the battle by giving commands. Fylgja, the weakest of them, was injured by one of Dómr's ice crystal magic. Forsjá immediately pulled her back to take cover at their battle formation, healing Fylgja's wounds with her magic.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*