[Point of View - Jhon]
The first thing I saw when I entered the laboratory for the first time was...
A completely white space.
"..."
"Damn it, I knew it." I cursed upon seeing nothing. I guess it was up to me to create everything from scratch.
Shrugging, I closed the door behind me.
Click.
I looked at the room again.
Gazing at the immaculate white walls, I created stainless steel tables that gleamed under perfectly calibrated LED lights, and empty shelves waiting to be filled with equipment that didn't even exist yet.
It was a blank canvas. My canvas.
I stood in the center of the room, feeling the cold from the floor seeping through my shoes. Then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, searching for that feeling of helplessness.
The sensation returned.
That pressure. That overwhelming weight that had crushed me when the Celestial turned its attention toward me. As if the universe itself had decided I was less than dust, less than nothing. An insect being observed by a god who didn't even need to lift a finger to erase me from existence.
My hands trembled slightly. I clenched them into fists.
"No," I murmured, my voice sounding strangely loud in the silence of the laboratory. "I'm not going to feel that again. Ever."
I was Jhon, THE Jhon.
Or wait, no... I'm not just Jhon.
I'm... Jhon Desire.
I opened my eyes, and determination replaced the fear.
If I wanted to avoid ever feeling like that again, I needed power. More power than I could accumulate in a single body, in a single world. I needed to multiply. Expand. Be in multiple places at once, growing exponentially.
Soul clones.
It was the obvious answer. But also the most dangerous and complex.
I carefully removed my white suit, hanging it on a hook I'd materialized. Then I created a lab coat—white, of course, because apparently that was my color now—and put it on. Not that I really needed protection; I could clean anything with a thought, but there was something... fitting about it.
"Alright," I said aloud, more to myself than anyone else. "Let's get started."
I held up the USB and examined it for a moment. Then, with a gesture of my hand, the laboratory began to fill. Cutting-edge computers materialized on the tables. Electron microscopes, DNA sequencers, incubators, centrifuges—all the equipment I'd need and more appeared as if it had always been there.
A holographic terminal projected in front of me. I inserted the USB.
SHIELD's data began to flow. Files on the super soldier serum. Failed and successful cloning projects. Studies on cellular regeneration. Research into consciousness and mental transfer. Experiments with the Tesseract. It was all there, decades of scientific research—both ethical and... less so.
I smiled faintly. "Thanks, Friday."
But that was just the beginning. SHIELD had good data, but they had no idea what I really was. A Dhampir. An Eliatrope. An Eternal.
I needed to study myself.
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The first weeks were... intense.
I studied molecular biology like a madman. If I weren't a superhuman, I'd have bags under my eyes right now.
I drew blood. A lot of blood. More than was probably healthy, but my regeneration took care of it. Tissue samples. Skin cells. Hair. I examined everything under the microscope, observing how my cells were fundamentally different from normal human ones.
The Dhampir cells were fascinating. They regenerated at an incredible rate, but I needed more, and that would take time.
I also managed to observe something—a energy signature that couldn't be measured by conventional instruments. Non-life. Animated death. A biological oxymoron.
The Eliatrope cells were even stranger. They vibrated with Wakfu, each one a tiny energy reactor. I could see how the Wakfu flowed through them like currents in an ocean, connecting them in patterns that defied Euclidean geometry.
"Fascinating," I murmured, zooming in on a sample in the hologram.
The laboratory door opened with a soft hiss.
"Big brother?"
I looked up. Elysra was at the door in her human form, wearing what looked like... pajamas? Fluffy white pajamas with cat ears sewn onto the hood. Adorable.
"Hey, princess," I said, dismissing the holograms with a gesture. "What's up?"
She entered timidly, her golden eyes curious as they scanned all the equipment. "You've been in here for three days without coming out. I thought... maybe you were hungry."
I blinked. Three days? I'd completely lost track of time. "Ah. Yeah, I guess I should eat something."
"I made sandwiches," she said proudly, producing a plate of... well, technically sandwiches. A bit crooked and with too much filling spilling out the sides, but the effort was there. "I used the cookbook I found. Though..." she frowned, "I'm not sure I got the measurements right."
I took one and bit into it. It tasted... interesting. But I ate it anyway. "It's delicious."
She beamed, then her expression turned more serious. "Big brother, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"I've been practicing with Stasis, but..." she raised her hand, and silver crystals began to form, "sometimes I feel like there's more. Like I could do something bigger but I don't know what. Does that make sense?"
I wiped my hands on my lab coat and approached her. "Show me."
We spent the next hour experimenting with her powers. It turned out her intuition was right—Stasis couldn't just freeze things in time; it could create localized stasis fields, bubbles where time moved at different speeds. It was incredibly advanced for someone who'd only been training alone for months.
"You're a genius, you know?" I told her as I watched her create a small bubble where a drop of water floated suspended in the air.
"I learned from the best," she replied, smiling at me.
Something warm spread in my chest. "Go rest, princess. And thanks for the sandwiches."
When she left, I returned to my work, but with renewed energy.
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A month later, I succeeded.
Well, partially.
The body lay on a metal table, covered by a white sheet. My body. Or rather, a perfect copy of my body in my Dhampir form. Every detail was identical—the proportions, the muscle structure, even my magnificent dick.
I lifted the sheet and examined it. Eyes closed. Chest still. No breathing. No heartbeat.
It was perfect.
And completely empty.
"Shit," I murmured, dropping the sheet. "Without a soul, it's just dead meat."
That was the problem. I could create the body—that was the easy part. I'd perfected the cloning process using SHIELD's data and my own biological samples. But a body without a soul was just... matter. No spark. No life. No me.
I rubbed my face tiredly. "Alright. Back to square one."
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Two more months passed in a blur of frustration and corpses.
The drawers filled up. Clone after clone, each perfect in form but dead in essence. I stored them all, not wanting to waste them—maybe I'd find a use for them later. But each failure weighed on me.
Elysra would appear occasionally, sometimes in cat form to curl up in my lap while I worked, other times in human form to ask questions or simply keep me company. Her presence was an anchor, reminding me why I was doing this.
To protect her. To protect myself. To never feel helpless again.
Then, in a moment of inspiration—or desperation—I shifted my approach.
If I couldn't solve the soul problem with a Dhampir, what about with an Eliatrope?
Eliatropes were beings of pure energy as much as flesh. Wakfu flowed through them, shaped them, defined them. Maybe... maybe I could use that.
I locked myself in the laboratory for days, studying my own Eliatrope cells with manic obsession. I extracted Wakfu directly from my body, concentrated it, crystallized it. I experimented with different combinations, different patterns.
And then, in a moment of pure focus...
BOOM!
A explosion of cyan blue energy filled the laboratory. Pure Wakfu, concentrated to the point of physical manifestation, condensed around the Eliatrope body I'd prepared.
The energy flowed through it like blood through veins. The patterns etched into its cells. The Wakfu found its home.
And then...
The chest rose.
A breath.
The eyes opened—glowing with that characteristic Eliatrope blue.
And then they closed. The body went still again.
"Shit!" I slammed the table in frustration. "I was so close..."
But no. Wait.
I rushed to the body and placed my hand on its chest. There was a heartbeat. Weak, but there. The Wakfu was still circulating, keeping it in a state of biological stasis.
"It works," I whispered, almost breathless. "The Wakfu can sustain the body. It just needs..."
A soul.
It all came back to the same problem. The soul.
I took a deep breath, stepping away from the stable body. I was relieved to have made progress, but the main obstacle was still there, mocking me.
"Alright," I said aloud, my voice echoing in the laboratory filled with equipment and corpses in drawers. "Time to go to the source."
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Entering my own subconscious was... strange.
I sat in lotus position in the center of the laboratory, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. The physical world faded, replaced by... something else.
My mental landscape unfolded before me. It wasn't a physical place, but my mind interpreted it as one—a vast dark space, like outer space, with a single bright light in the center.
My soul.
It was beautiful and terrifying at once. A pulsating sphere of energy, spinning slowly in the void. Three main colors swirled within it like paint in water—blue, yellow, and red.
Blue for the Eliatrope. Yellow for the Eternal. Red for the Dhampir.
I floated closer, fascinated. Even having seen it before, it still amazed me.
"Alright," I told myself, extending a hand toward the sphere. "Let's try this."
I touched the surface of my soul.
The pain was instant and overwhelming.
It felt like every nerve in my body was being ripped out simultaneously. Like I was being torn apart from the inside. My eyes snapped open in the physical world, and I knew without looking that they were red—burst blood vessels.
"AAAHHH!" The scream escaped me involuntarily. It felt like vessels were pressing on every inch of my being. Crushing me. Grinding me.
I pulled my hand back, gasping. The pain didn't stop immediately—it pulsed through me in nauseating waves.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." I breathed raggedly, waiting for the pain to subside. It took several minutes.
When I could finally think again, I laughed—a shaky, humorless laugh. "Of course it would hurt. What did you expect? It's your damn soul."
But I couldn't give up. Not after coming this far.
I closed my eyes again. Went back in.
This time, I was prepared for the pain. I bit my lip until it bled, using that physical pain to anchor myself. I touched my soul again and pushed through the agony.
My fingers sank into the glowing surface. It was like dipping my hand in molten acid. Every second was an eternity of suffering.
But I held on. And I pulled.
A fragment came off.
Small—almost microscopic compared to the full sphere. But it was mine. A piece of my soul, separated from the whole.
I held it in my hand in my mental space, watching it glow with a luminous gray. It was beautiful.
And then I exited.
I opened my eyes in the physical world, gasping. The soul fragment was still in my hand, visible only to me—a faint, flickering light.
I looked at the Dhampir body on the nearest table. I smiled, despite the lingering pain. "Let's try this."
And then I frowned. My pupils dilated as I realized something.
If this went wrong...
I quickly moved my hand, sealing the laboratory. The doors locked. The walls reinforced. Elysra wouldn't be able to enter even if she tried.
"Just in case," I murmured.
Then I pressed the soul fragment against the clone's chest.
For a moment, nothing happened.
And then...
Splat.
Everything exploded.
My body—my original body—simply... detonated. Blood, flesh, bone, everything expanded outward in a wave of gore that covered every surface of the laboratory.
I died.
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But I didn't die.
It was the strangest sensation I'd ever experienced. I knew my body had been destroyed—I could feel the absence where it used to be. But I was still here. My consciousness floated, anchored to the dimension itself rather than a physical body.
And then something started happening.
In the middle of the pool of blood and remains, a translucent form began to materialize. Ethereal at first, almost ghostly. But with each passing second, it became more solid. More real.
My body was reforming.
It took what felt like an eternity but was probably only minutes. The skeleton first, then muscles coiling around bone, then organs, then skin. Until finally, a complete body lay on the floor, naked and covered in blood.
My eyes opened.
I inhaled sharply, my chest rising as air filled newly formed lungs. Every breath was agonizing. My hands trembled uncontrollably.
I was pale—I could see it in my skin, paler than I'd been in months. And I was freezing. The chill of death still clung to me.
The feeling of dying... God, it had been creepy. The darkness. The void. The absence of everything. And then coming back, like being yanked from that void and forced back into existence.
I didn't want to feel that again. Ever. Never.
I lay there on the floor, trembling, covered in my own blood, for what might have been hours. I couldn't move. I didn't want to move.
Outside the laboratory, I heard no sound from Elysra. She hadn't noticed. There was no reason for her to—technically, I never ceased to exist.
Eventually, I managed to stand. I created new clothes—another lab coat, because the previous one was... well, shredded along with my old body.
I looked at the mess. Blood everywhere. Fragments of what used to be me scattered like macabre confetti.
"Clean," I murmured, and the dimension obeyed. Everything vanished, leaving the laboratory pristine once more.
I looked at the Dhampir clone on the table. The soul fragment had disappeared in the explosion.
"Alright," I said, my voice hoarse. "That... didn't work."
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I spent the entire next day doing nothing.
Just sitting in a corner of the laboratory, hugging my knees, trying to process what I'd experienced. Death. Rebirth. The horror of it all.
Part of me wanted to give up. Say this was too dangerous, too insane. That there were other ways to become stronger.
But the other part—the stubborn, determined part that had brought me this far—refused.
So, after that day of mental recovery, I pulled myself together and, like a man, got back to work.
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The second attempt was... slightly better.
I'd analyzed what went wrong. The soul fragment was too raw, too unstable. When I pressed it against the clone's body, it had no proper anchor. It simply... bounced back, and the resulting energy destroyed my original body in the process.
It's incredible that a single backlash from my soul destroyed my body. You know, I doubt even a punch from Hulk would break my arm. You can imagine the power behind it.
Only this time, I prepared the clone's body first. I infused it with Wakfu, creating channels and patterns that could receive the soul fragment like a glove receiving a hand.
Then I entered my subconscious again. The pain of separating a fragment was no less intense, but I was getting used to it. It was terrifying how quickly one could adapt to suffering.
I extracted another fragment. Returned. And pressed it against the prepared clone.
This time, the fragment sank into the body. The Wakfu channels glowed. The body convulsed...
And then my original body exploded again.
"DAMN IT!"
Well, I screamed that mentally, because technically I had no mouth at that moment.
The reformation process began again. Bone, muscle, organs, skin. The cold. The pain. The horror.
When I finally opened my eyes, I lay still for another full day.
I meditated. Checked my soul for damage—surprisingly, it was intact. The fragments I'd removed were already slowly regenerating, like skin over a wound.
I analyzed what went wrong this time. The fragment had entered the body, but hadn't integrated properly. It was like trying to run software on incompatible hardware. The resulting rejection had... well, exploded everything.
"I need synchronization," I murmured to myself. "The soul fragment and the body need to be perfectly aligned."
Back to work.
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The third attempt failed in a different way.
The fourth too.
The fifth, the sixth, the seventh...
Each time, I died. Each time, I reformed. Each time, I spent a day recovering mentally and physically.
Elysra started to notice something was wrong. I was paler. Quieter. Sometimes she caught me staring into nothing with empty eyes.
"Big brother?" she asked one night, in her cat form curled in my lap while I stared at soul pattern holograms. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, princess," I lied, stroking her soft fur. "Just... working on something difficult."
"If you need help..."
"I know." I hugged her tighter. "Thanks."
She purred, and that simple sound kept me sane.
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A year passed.
A full year of failure after failure. Death after death. Reformation after reformation.
The laboratory had become my prison and my sanctuary. The drawers were full of failed bodies. The walls had seen more blood than any slaughterhouse.
But I had progressed. Slowly. But I had progressed.
Elysra had grown in that time. Her dragon form had gained several meters, her white scales shining brighter. Her cat form remained the same—apparently that was her favorite. But her human form had matured, now looking like a thirteen-year-old girl, taller and with more defined features.
I watched her train occasionally, her mastery of Stasis becoming more and more impressive. It filled me with pride to see her growth, even as I struggled with mine.
And then, on a day that started like any other...
I succeeded.
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I was in lotus position in the center of the laboratory. It had been three days since my last attempt, giving me time to fully recover.
I had two bodies prepared—the Dhampir and the Eliatrope. Both infused with Wakfu in specific patterns I'd perfected through countless failures. Both waiting, suspended in stasis on separate tables.
I took a deep breath. Then deeper. Calming my mind and focusing.
I entered my subconscious.
My soul shone before me, beautiful and terrible. Brighter than before—all the suffering, all the reformations had somehow tempered it. It was stronger.
'One last time,' I told myself. 'Let's get it right this time.'
I extended my hand and touched the surface. The familiar pain greeted me like an old friend. I bit my lip—or rather, my mental representation of it—and pushed through.
But this time, I didn't just pull. I guided. Using everything I'd learned, I separated a fragment with precision. Not too big. Not too small. Just enough.
The fragment glowed in my hand—blue, yellow, and red swirling together.
I returned to the physical world.
I opened my eyes. The fragment was still in my hand, pulsing with life.
I didn't hesitate. I simply acted.
I stood fluidly, walked to the Dhampir body, and pressed the fragment against its chest.
This time, when the white—no, translucent—energy flowed from my hand, it was controlled. The Wakfu patterns in the clone's body lit up, accepting the fragment as it was meant to.
And then...
I closed my original eyes.
And opened other eyes.
The clone's eyes.
I was looking up—at the laboratory ceiling. My perspective had shifted, moving left from where I'd been a moment before.
Then I opened my original eyes again.
And now I had two perspectives. Two viewpoints. One brain processing sensory input from two completely separate bodies.
There are two Jhons, but in the end, only one.
There was no different consciousness. No different feelings. No incongruence. Just Jhon Desire as Dhampir.
It was disorienting. Dizzying. Like seeing in stereo but multiplied by a thousand.
I—the clone—sat up on the table. I looked down at my hands. Moved them. My fingers flexed mechanically until I got used to it.
Then I looked across the laboratory at my original body, still standing where it had been, also looking back at me.
It was... surreal.
And then both bodies smiled at the same time.
"It worked," we both said in perfect sync. "It really worked."
Laughter bubbled from both throats—a laugh of relief, joy, but with contained madness.
"HAHAHAHA, IT WORKED!" I shouted toward the ceiling, both bodies raising their arms in victory.
And of course, that was the exact moment Elysra decided to enter.
The door burst open. She ran in in her human form, her golden eyes widening when she saw...
Two of me.
"WHAT?" she squealed, her voice rising several octaves. "BIG BROTHER? WHY ARE THERE TWO OF YOU?"
She froze, her gaze darting between both bodies. Then, dramatically, she raised her hands to the sky.
"NOOO! Now there are TWO big brothers to tease me! This is unfair! This is cruelty! This is—"
"Elysra," we both said at the same time, our voices overlapping perfectly.
She shuddered, looking at us with mock horror. "And now you're going to do that creepy thing where you talk at the same time, right? Great. Just great."
Both bodies glared at her. "You're being dramatic."
"YOU'RE BEING CREEPY!"
The clone—or rather, me in the clone's body—stood from the table, stumbling slightly as I adjusted to the new form. It was strange. It felt the same but different. The muscles responded the same way, but there was a slight delay in my mental processing as my consciousness adjusted to controlling two bodies.
"Princess," I said with my original body, walking toward her. "This is important. I managed to create a—"
"I don't care!" She transformed into a cat and ran out of the laboratory. "I'm going to hide until you stop being weird!"
Both of me laughed as she disappeared through the door.
Then, when I was alone—well, with myself—the reality of what I'd achieved truly sank in.
I sat down again—both bodies moving to separate tables. I looked at each other across the laboratory.
"Let's call it..." I said to myself with my original body, "Soul Division."
If I had a Chinese system, it would come out like: [Host - Congratulations on creating the Infinite Resplendent Chaos Soul Division technique]
But since I don't, I named the technique very simply.
Ahem, it's not like systems are better than my essence anyway. Anyone would wish to have it.
Stopping the boasting.
I stopped imposing my consciousness on the clone, and it fell limp, like a puppet. Another thing that proved its non-existence without my existence.
Then, idiotically, full of confidence from my success, I decided to try the impossible.
I tried to create a second fragment.
I entered my subconscious again with my original body. My soul shone, but I noticed something—the area where I'd extracted the first fragment was still healing. It was like a closed but sensitive wound.
Seeing how my body was regaining a healthier tone, I wanted to create the second clone. Maybe with that one I could go to the Wakfu world.
So I said in my mind: 'Soul Division'
As if it were a prepared mechanism, my soul separated on its own will, releasing a small gray part of itself outward.
I thought everything was fine, but at that moment...
My original body simply... shut down.
My legs gave out. My vision blurred. I felt like all the energy had been sucked from my being.
I barely managed to exit my subconscious before collapsing on the laboratory floor.
"Shit," I gasped. "I'm too weak. My soul isn't strong enough to support two divisions yet."
"Apparently," I murmured, feeling the weakness spread through my limbs. It wasn't exactly pain, more like... emptiness. Like an essential part of me had been stretched too thin.
I lay there for several minutes, just breathing, waiting for the feeling to pass.
Eventually, strength returned. I sat up slowly, rubbing my face.
"Alright," I said, pushing my hair back. It had grown a lot in one year, long enough to fall to my shoulders. I sighed.
"Lesson learned. One fragment is my current limit."
"But," I continued, fully analyzing everything. "The technique itself is working. And the positive is that my soul is regenerating."
I stood carefully, making sure I was stable. Then I walked to where the Eliatrope body still waited on its table, suspended in stasis.
"With time," I said softly, touching the cold surface of the table, "my soul will grow stronger. It will expand. And when it does..."
I let my consciousness return to the clone, to get used to it faster.
"We'll be able to create more fragments," the clone finished, standing from the floor—or standing myself? "More bodies. More versions of us exploring different worlds."
"Exactly."
It was a long-term plan, sure. But for the first time in a year, I felt genuine hope. I'd achieved the impossible. Now it was just a matter of time and patience.
I stretched, feeling my muscles—both in my original body and the clone—protest after so many hours of intense work.
I need to rest. Soon the shop will enter another world as I ordered.
I opened my eyes.
I thought it would take a bit more time, but it seems it happened very quickly.
I felt it.
A pull. A familiar sensation I'd experienced before, a year ago, when the shop first appeared in Wakfu.
The shop was moving again.
Both bodies tensed, our perceptions expanding to sense the dimensional shift, still unable to separate into two different actions yet.
The fabric of reality around our dimension rippled, connecting to... something.
A new world.
I closed my eyes—both pairs—and focused on the sensation. Seeking information. Clues about where we'd landed.
And then I saw it. Fragments of information flowing through the connection.
A small town. Dense forests. And... werewolves. Shape-shifting wolves. But not just wolves—there were hellhounds too. Horny teenagers. Coyotes.
A slow smile spread across both faces. My fangs—in my Dhampir body—extended slightly, giving me a look that was both sexy and sinister. Especially considering there were still blood stains I'd missed cleaning in the laboratory, creating an unsettling contrast with my white coat.
"Interesting," I murmured, my voice taking on a predatory tone I rarely used.
I was excited! I was already a Dhampir (vampire), what if I became an alpha werewolf? Fight a wolf as a wolf, and suddenly manipulate its blood, hahaha, they wouldn't see it coming.
Because yes, apparently my original body, the one created by the essence, doesn't combine. Meaning... it has the characteristics and benefits of two different species without their disadvantages, but without creating a damn hybrid that merges everything into one.
I suppose the essence, in giving me the ability to withstand the changes I'd gain from fulfilling wishes, didn't think I'd want to become those fanfic hybrids I read... Ahem, it's not like I can't create a clone.
With the Dhampir clone, I could create a hybrid, since it won't have the unlimited potential of my body and its adaptation to wishes. The only thing it would have is my terrifying talent because I'm in its mind and soul.
It wouldn't be the clone learning, but me.
Stopping the rambling, first I canceled my consciousness in the clone. Then I re-analyzed the information the essence fed me.
"A town called Beacon Hills," I spoke aloud. "California. Hmm..."
I smiled again, wider this time. I always thought they didn't deserve Malia, and it was time for me to cause chaos in that world.
I slowly wiped my hands. Then I created a Wakfu platform with Kamala's powers, carrying the clone to its place alongside the others.
"I have to prepare," I murmured, looking for my suit. It had been a while since Jhon Desire appeared.
But first, sandwiches. Elysra had probably made more, and honestly, after a year of repeated death, I could eat.
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[Third Person]
In the town of Beacon Hills, California, Scott McCall woke up startled from another nightmare about the night in the woods. The night everything changed. The night he was bitten by a strange bear.
He didn't know that his life was about to become much, much more complicated.
Because somewhere on the outskirts of town, invisible to normal eyes, a dimensional shop had just anchored its existence to this reality.
And inside that shop, a being who had died dozens of times to perfect the art of dividing his own soul was smiling in anticipation.
Even an illusory green hat formed above Scott's head, giving him a slight feeling of discomfort.
"I should tell Stiles," McCall murmured with a furrowed brow. There was one person who might be able to help him, and that was his lifelong friend.
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Hello everyone, here your favorite author, ahem.
This is chapter 21, I took pity and posted it early. Approximately 4,900 words because this chapter needed room to breathe.
Author's questions:
- What did you think of the Soul Division creation process? Was it too dark with all the deaths?
- How do you feel Elysra balances the chapter's darkness with lighter moments?
- Are you excited for Teen Wolf? What do you expect to see from Jhon in that universe?
I hope you enjoyed this longer and denser chapter.
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