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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

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Fists Vs. Guns

The elite soldier from the third epic surpassed my expectations, but I refused to give up. I spat blood on the ground and got back on my feet. In front of me stood a member of the Cronus bloodline - shorter than me but with a lean build that allowed him to move swiftly.

Since we were in a confined area, using my rifle with its poisonous bullets was not practical. Therefore, I resorted to using my family heirloom weapons. As I tightly gripped them, Tag assumed a defensive stance, lowering his elbows to his waist and shielding his head and body with his arms.

With a fighting stance, Tag quickly approached me, evading the bullets from my gun by ducking left and right. When he got close, he threw a straight punch from his right. I used the inside of my elbow to apply pressure on the right side of his fist, halting the punch. Then, I met the other incoming punch with my elbow, directing his arm and the blow down.