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Wicked Reincarnation

For countless years, Lia has chased after her unrequited love and even helped him to become the Ghost King yet what awaited her? Nothing but betrayal, the murder of her family, her own sacrifice, tossed into an abyss to die and to be revived over and over again. Her endless love turned into bottomless hatred. Everyone who has wronged her and her family will suffer an unimaginable fate. Revenge against the mightiest being in the immortal world, the Ghost King? No problem, I'll carve a path and become the king myself. I'll raise an army of undead against your army of ghosts. So, rise my loyal followers, march with me into a war full of slaughter, blood and despair. Tear down the Ghost King along with those who dared to harm me and build a throne for me out of their bones and flesh. ------- Yano: Very well, my wifey wants to take on the whole immortal world. I will tear it down for you. Lia: I can do it myself. Just leave. Yano: No!! Wifey!! ------ Updates Monday- Friday Romance is not the main focus of the book, there will be romance later on in the story but more as a subplot. Also, check out the trailer I made for this novel on youtube just for fun: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLoQu27FZpM or type in wicked reincarnation- trailer Disclaimer: cover artwork does not belong to me. All credits to the rightful artist.

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Counterattack 7

While Skyla and Sal now engaged in a true battle with their full power at training field 2 in the back of the academy, Mil ran out of the ground floor he's been hiding on.

He saw the massive force of petals growing strong and increasing in size while Skyla made use of the elements and completely nullified many of Sal's attacks.

Sal was getting angrier and angrier by the minute while Skyla was in a good mood seeing that Sal was the one being frustrated.

"A kid's still a kid," Skyla held up her bow and this time aimed her arrows at the flower cloud Sal sat on.

In his rage, Sal didn't notice it before it was too late. He felt the arrows striking straight through his petals while a massive gust of wind completely scattered his cloud apart while another arrow produced fire to burn the petals to crisps.