Snout Pronunciation

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise. "I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..." Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw. "Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

"Why are you wearing cow head mask? Lilith asks you this question the third time." Amon groaned, tipping his head up. It made the snout of his mask point at the sky, making Lilith giggle as she found the view funny. "It's weird. Lilith thinks you're ugly that's why you're hiding your face." Hearing this, Amon couldn't help but look at her through his mask. If only he wasn't wearing it, Lilith would see how he arched a brow at her statement as he didn't like what she said. "You said it's rude for people to be ignored. Aren't you being rude for making such a remark?" "Oh!" Lilith gasped, making her cuter as she immediately touched her mouth with both of her hands in an attempt to shut herself up. The little girl spoke again, her voice heard even though she talked softly. "Lilith didn't mean to... Lilith is sorry. But Lilith was honest. Doesn't that make Lilith a good girl?" *** Amon, the Grim Reaper, appeared in the mortal realm to fulfill his job in collecting the souls of the dead. However, an unusual event occurred when he was about to collect one dying pregnant woman's soul. She was giving birth right before she died, making Amon panic and worry as her dying wish was for him to save her child! With the Grim Reaper actually a softie and is willing to take care of the infant despite the rule of their job to not interfere in mortal affairs, what lies ahead for Death and his now-growing human, Lilith? *** "Why do you wear that?" "19 years have passed—" Amon started, "—and this is still what you want to ask about?" "Well, yes." Lilith grinned. --- WARNING: Some chapters of this story contain mature R-18 content. FUN FACT: The world here is connected to "The Soul Eater's Possession" story's world, but this can also be a stand-alone book. COVER ARTIST: Haryu WSA ENTRY 2022 Update Schedule: 1 chapter every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday 6PM GMT+8. Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^ Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

On the otherworldly continent of Adriel, Thomas sat in his small and messy study learning magic. He was filled with longing and curiosity for magic, but also had a hint of uneasiness and anxiety. When attempting to learn the Light Spell, Thomas had difficulty controlling magical energy. At this time, his good friend Emily walked in. Seeing his predicament, she gave patient guidance, from basic breathing regulation to energy perception, and then to the pronunciation of incantations and the accuracy of gestures. With Emily's help, Thomas successfully created a faint but stable ball of light. In the following days, Thomas studied magic even harder. From simple Light Spells to more complex incantations, his magic skills steadily improved. He also won first place in a school magic competition with his efforts and talent. His story spread on campus and became a legend, inspiring more people to pursue their dreams. Thomas knew that this was just the beginning of his magical journey. He would continue to learn and grow until one day he could stand at the peak of the magical world.

In a land of long ago, the soils were untainted by the cruelty of war. Kingdom's stayed in peace, every monarch kept their feet up as the everyday within their land flowed like the fresh waters. Kingdom's that consist of humans, beings that all had their own trade, each kingdom providing unique and exotic goods. But one stuck out, a Kingdom that almost fully exists within the mouth of the large volcano of Vallendrconis. The unpredictable aggression of nature was tamed by the magic that this kingdom held. That magic being far greater than any mage could wish to have. The gift of the ability to shift their weaker and non-magical bodies into that of the graceful and powerful dragons. The kingdom that had fully built on those who weld a dragon morf. The dragon's built their kingdom with the natural magic, the elements. Taming the molten larvar and building a grand Palace within it's mouth. With their power they've built a peace over all kingdom's, their own kingdom acting more as a council. This peace was not ment to last. Within the ancient times, a tradidy struck, a poisoned arrow had hit its target. As the poison took the life of The Queen of Montes, so did the lives of many soldiers. The poison of such a cruel and twisted power could only be brewed from the volcanic flowers of the Draconis kingdom's. The dragon morf kingdom. The King of Montes declared a war that outnumbered the dragons. Banishing them underground where they're cursed to live in the deepest depths like monsters. A gift fell on the Kingdom, a prophecy, declaring "When the war has been scorched from history, when dragon's and human's have grown. A Queen will fight for the blade, who will set foot on the grand Palace again. A King will rebirth their grace and together their new monarch and heritage will forge the blade into peace. Birthing the new empire and a new dawn of time will be born". Nearly over two centuries had past since the great tradidy. The surface having been wiped with any evidence of the dragon morf's existence. And the once great kingdom became a muffled myth, turning into the villians of the old fairy tales. Now the four kingdom's rule over their own land, peace unbalanced and any alliance so easily lost. Princess Shir of the, newer and largest, kingdom of Vallendrconis, was raised. This Princess had been set up to marry the Prince of Montes, the oldest kingdom. Princess Shir knew of Prince Rknom, hearing the tales of how he defended his kingdom against a stampede of trolls, fighting the foul beasts off and protecting his kingdom. Princess Shir also knew the delicate but also unstable relationship between the Vallendrconis kingdom and the Montes kingdom. The two having only recently left a war on a peace treaty, now seeking an alliance. That's where their marriage came in, Princess Shir knows the importance of this ordeal but deep within her heart she knows she's ment for something much greater. She knows that becoming some lonely Queen to a warrior King was not the path set out for her but could she abandon her duties on a hunch? Or will she have to forfill her duties and marry this Prince for the sake of her kingdom's alliance? Further down into the earth, a fallen kingdom scrambled like rats. The once proud and noble kingdom having lost any grace they had after being banished. Prince Eoviet finding struggling into feeding himself let alone the very few left of his people. In a last attempt he used the old tunnels up before his now twisted and scaleless snout poked into the open air. The first for his kind to see the open world in over two centuries. Now under the mercy of the Princess, he had found himself digging around for any sign of hope for his people. To find the last evidence of his grace within the volcano.

Three years in the zombie apocalypse and all resources starts to become scarce and expired; especially for me, one of those who did not live as a Camper, but as a Wanderer, going to place to place in search for food. All because I was not accepted in any of them…Because of the companion I have, my dog Kira. And being winter didn’t help either as I run out of food, especially with a hungry dog accompanying me. All was just… the worst. So I have to take measures at hand and do something… rather stupid. And that… changed everything. Because I met him. *** MC(Main Character) ML (Male Lead/couple) MC: I told you to stay away! You stupid wolf! ML: *croakes head, aproaches sniffing anyway* MC: Y-you! D-don’t lick me, that is disguting! ML: *smirks with his snout and ignores the protests* *** **Mature content** BL(Boys love) This book contains explicit sex, gore, strong language, mysophobia and Fury action between men; and a cute doggo. PS.This is the second book from the series Surviving the apocalypse as…!, but can be read as a stand alone.

CHAPTER UPDATE SCHEDULE: Every FRIDAY @ 22:00 P.M (Hawaii-Aleutian Standard Time) Ares (Pronunciation: eh·ruhs) * * * She's someone who can't feel anything. Love. Fear. Sorrow. Envy. Joy. Anxiety. Pain. Greed. Hate. It was all the things that made a person HUMAN. Yet, she can't seem to grasp the concept of these emotions that should have come easy to HUMANS. From birth, she was conceived in darkness and received no maternal love from her biological parents. The world never knew of her birth nor the pain she went through. They, her biological parents, made it so that she had never existed. She became "their" caged animal whose sole purpose in life was to serve as their main test subject. Their "little human guinea pig". Ares went through many experiments and, unluckily, survived. She went through the same hell for almost seven years and gained inhuman abilities. After being kept as a lab rat for most of her life, she finally saw a light at the end of the tunnel. A fire broke out, burning her biological parents and soon her. But she was saved despite feeling tired of living. That was the day her life started. A family took her in and made her feel things she never felt before. But even that didn't last long. Dark forces and governments from countries all over the world raced to attain her when they became aware of her existence. They sought to take her for their cause, willingly or by force. They discovered that she alone possesses a supernatural ability that people would kill to get their hands on. The ability to see a person's whole life - past, present, and future - up until they breathe their last breath. She called this ability [life].  However, they weren't her only problem. She later learned that humans weren't alone in the universe. A whole new world opened up to her and the mysteries of that new world became known to her when she used [life] on a group of strange people whom she met by coincidence. Or was it by fate? With the memories of their [life], she saw the impending war that will come about that was caused by humans and, without knowing, she was in the middle of it all. What will she do? What will happen if her existence becomes known to the world? Can she escape the cruel fate she'll face? Or will she fight and protect those she came to love?

Josephine Barr, the ever strict and independent rising editor in chief of the Empire's Publishing Company finds herself sucked inside the different realms of lowly rated books that she personally criticized. *********** "It seems that I'm a mother of a house full of monsters... The children are cheerfully placing dangerous traps and the husband wants to collect his 'wife's headless body." "Nature is green. The trees are so high, birds are chirping and I see a tusk just a little below my vision. There's also an ugly snout between my eyes... A, lady boar?" "The thin children are lining up, carrying chipped bowls towards me. As I dart towards the mirror, a wrinkled face with lots of white hair stares back. Then the sounds of bombs echoes outside..." [System: Offline.... ] ✓ Slow burn romance ✓ Weak Mc to strong ✓ Unexpected plot twist ✓ No plot armor ✓ Offline System (Mostly) p.s the image isn't mine :P

Hell hath no fury like a dragon's rage. Especially when you're the poor fool who slaughtered his family. When Rykirus is born, he is shown the evil that has tainted this world from the second his snout pokes out from his shell. With his whole family dead before his talons even touched the soft soil outside his cave, Rykirus is left with only his father's memories and a burning need for vengeance. Even if that revenge is carried out against one of the world's most populated races, humans. Even if he has to burn everything, he will do it. He will set the whole world ablaze if it means killing those who killed his family, slowly. In this world where the strong thrive, where the weak are trampled and dying is more common than living, where the world is already chaotic. What happens when you throw a dragon in the mix. A dragon that has a hatred of humans from his very core. --- Blood, Gore, Death. If you're sensitive to that stuff or you don't like it, don't read. The mc will hate humans, so lots of death involved. I don't have a plot in mind. Just winging it. Still in school so no updating schedule. Won't abandon without informing you guy first First story. Hope you like it :) ---

Rob Allbright and his alien friends force the biggest mystery of their lives: Where in the wide, wide galaxy is their missing friend Snout, the master of the mental arts?

Some exist with pride, others struggle with pride, some compete with pride, and there are those who fail with pride, but very few can walk away with pride. Congratulations, for as you read these lines, you have witnessed the whole lives of many great basketball players. This pronunciation was embodied when Stephen Curry, after facing defeat in 2021, claimed that no one would want to face them the following season; When Tim Duncan was convinced before the start of the 2014 Finals that they would not mess up; When Kobe Bryant promised at Old Buss's memorial to take the Lakers to the playoffs; When Nowitzki, shedding his label as a soft player, retreated to the locker room in tears at night; When Kevin Garnett let out a skyward howl after holding the championship trophy; When the 2004 Detroit Pistons won and the F4 Lakers lost… Our story begins in an era when pride still mattered.

By bringing together the expertise of elocution teachers, specialised English teachers, LAMDA teachers, and speech and language therapists under one umbrella as ‘Speech and Language Practitioners’, we aim to pool, share and to simplify our knowledge to help you meet your child’s speech, language and communication needs in an accessible and affordable way.

Oneirataxia. PRONUNCIATION : one-er-tax-ea. MEANING : (Noun) The inability to distinguish between. fantasy and reality.

A look at the life of Indians belonging to the LGBTQ community having something so beautiful and precious face different hurdles in life. Five stories come together to share what a problem it is to live as you want. Story 1: My Darling Romit[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'mi' as in (Mi)ster] and Rokesh[Pronunciation:- 'Ro' as in (Ro)se, 'ke' as in (Ke)lp] secretly give each other pleasure because they don't know whether it is what they truly want or that it is the effect of being a teenager. But they both aren't stopping it, that they know for sure. Story 2: Love Jayden and Jacob are officially a couple since Jayden just confessed his love for Jacob in front of everyone at DJ night. As expected, not everyone was fond of it but they are prepared for whatever may come. Story 3: You Riyaz['Ri' as in (Ri)p, 'ya' as in (Ya)cht] is looking forward to his studies in college as he wishes to become the CEO of any famous company. But what he waited for 6 years i.e. college, he is hating it on the very first day as a dreadful thing happens. He finds a boy named Ahmed[Pronunciation:- 'me' as in (Me)sh] cute. Story 4: Him in a Shirt Harsh[Pronunciation:- 'Ha' as in (Hu)nger] is interrupted from his sweet, easy-going life when Deep from slum Dharavi arrives at his bungalow to work as a worker. How? Harsh finds Deep cute. Story 5: Cupid's Arrow What Luvraj[Pronunciation:- 'Luv' as in Love, 'ra' as in (Ra)lph] didn't see coming was being a part of a triangle formed between him and his two best friends named Aman[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] and Amar[Pronunciation:- 'A' as in (U)mbrella, 'ma' as in (mu)st] who were once a tight group of 3.

After hatching endless plots and suffering innumerable hardships, the demons of the Demonic Realm finally managed to resurrect the Ancient Demon King. The demons of the Demonic Realm had hoped that the Ancient Demon King would not only lead them in waging a war against the Heavenly Realm and enable them to lord their superiority over the Immortals, he would also ultimately gain control over the entire realm. Gradually, however, they discovered that their thoughts were very, very wrong. Whilst it is true that this Ancient Demon King still retains his aura of superiority and possesses unlimited powers, he... He seems to be a mental case... It's alright even if he changes orders and does things in an incomprehensible way. But what's with his habit of muttering under his breath, nagging and conversing with himself the entire day! Small Orchid: He's not ill, he's just despicable ...can't stand to see people live a good life. Dong Fang: I am only unable to endure seeing you live a good life. Small Orchid: ... *T/N: The Chinese pronunciation for the word "despicable" is the same as the word "see" - thus, the author is trying to show that Small Orchid, while trying to scold Dong Fang, is also careful not to incur his wrath, which is why she tried to imbue another meaning into her sentence after scolding him. [Note: I Am not the Author or translator. I am just sharing this work of art because I like this work and want it to reach more readers. That's all.] Real Author is (Jiu Lu Fei Xiang) Real Translator: (Don't know) Translator's link: bananachocolatecosmos.wordpress.com.

Normal doesn't quite describe the life of a young Ixoria Belmont. While she doesn't seek out attention or drama, her alluring personality and looks seem to be the magnet that attaches her to these scenarios. With hair that is reminiscent of Hatsune Miku, a semi-goth/emo style and towering at 6'0, she definitely would be recognizable in a crowd and In the Case Of Ixoria Belmont, these factors prove to be a blessing as much as they are a curse. Pronunciation: Iggs-or-ee-aa Bell-mont Authors note: while the cover art is made by AI, the character design, name and lore are all my own. This story is written by me without the use of AI. Any future books I make that have artwork will be credited or labeled as AI.

Having decided to bring out a Journal, the Editor racks his brains for a suitable name with which to christen his periodical. Friends are generally useless in an emergency of this kind; they suggest all kinds of impossible names; the following were some of the titles proposed in this instance: "Facts and Fancies," "The Cremorne," "The All Round," "The Monthly Courses," "The Devil's Own," and "Dugdale's Ghost"; the two first had certainly great attractions to our mind, but at last our own ideas have hit upon the modest little "Pearl," as more suitable, especially in the hope that when it comes under the snouts of the moral and hypocritical swine of the world, they may not trample it underfoot, and feel disposed to rend the publisher, but that a few will become subscribers on the quiet. To such better disposed piggy wiggys, I would say, for encouragement, that they have only to keep up appearances by regularly attending church, giving to charities, and always appearing deeply interested in moral philanthropy, to ensure a respectable and high moral character, and that if they only are clever enough never to be found out, they may, sub rosa, study and enjoy the philosophy of life till the end of their days, and earn a glorious and saintly epitaph on their tombstone, when at last the Devil pegs them out. Editor of the "Pearl."

Heartstrings Entwined follows the poignant journey of a beloved canine companion and their human as they navigate the heart-wrenching farewell that comes with the end of a cherished bond. Through tears and tender moments, laughter and longing, this touching tale explores the depth of love and the pain of saying goodbye, leaving behind pawprints of love that linger long after the final farewell. In the wake of wet snouts and fading pawprints, the story echoes the silent bond between souls, where love's song and the soft touch of fur lingers as a gentle reminder of what once was..

This is the story of a 30 year old dead beat who unexpectedly dies. He's given a new shot at life but something doesn't feel right...wait HE'S A MONSTER! Our mc is one who seeks power but he wasn't always like that. Sphar (correct pronunciation is s-far) is an ancient forgotten monster called a Nyre, which is quite similar to a bat. He's gifted a system and completely abuses its power like all mc's do. This story is very slowly paced as I don't want to rush it. Time skips won't happen too often and if they do it won't be for long. His greatest desire is to explore the world, or at least it was..., but escaping his home will be a bit more tricky than he thought. Luckily his species is perfect for covert operations. Let the adventure begin! Authors note- I'm an inexperienced writer and I'm only doing this for fun. The story has a very slow start and the chapters are only 1.3k to 1.5k words long. I don't plan on locking chapters ever but if you want to support me, gifts are greatly appreciated. My release time will be a complete mess as this is only a hobby but I hope you enjoy the story. Btw the cover art is not mine, if you own it and want me to change it please don't hesitate to ask. You can contact me on Insta, my user is Bandit_Candit

Muhammad ibn Abdullah[n 1] (Arabic: مُحَمَّد ٱبن عَبْد ٱللَّٰه, romanized: Muḥammad ibn ʿAbd Allāh, Classical Arabic pronunciation: [muˈħammad]; c. 570 – 8 June 632 CE)[1][2] was an Arab religious, social, and political leader and the founder of the world religion of Islam.[3] According to Islamic doctrine, he was a prophet divinely inspired to preach and confirm the monotheistic teachings of Adam, Abraham, Moses, Jesus, and other prophets.[3][4][5][6] He is believed to be the Seal of the Prophets within Islam.[n 2] Muhammad united Arabia into a single Muslim polity, with the Quran as well as his teachings and practices forming the basis of Islamic religious belief.

Muhammad ibn Abdullah[n 1] (Arabic: مُحَمَّد ٱبْن عَبْد ٱللَّٰه‎, romanized: Muḥammad ibn ʿAbd Allāh Classical Arabic pronunciation: [muˈħammad]; c. 570 CE – 8 June 632 CE)[1] was an Arab religious, social, and political leader and the founder of the world religion of Islam.[2] According to Islamic doctrine, he was a prophet, sent to preach and confirm the monotheistic teachings of Adam, Abraham, Moses, Jesus, and other prophets.[2][3][4][5] He is believed to be the final prophet of God in all the main branches of Islam, though some modern denominations diverge from this belief.[n 2] Muhammad united Arabia into a single Muslim polity, with the Quran as well as his teachings and practices forming the basis of Islamic religious belief.

Dragons have always been beast of legends. Now bound and chained, these creatures are forced into slavery. With war on the horizons and both parties at each other's throat, the world is in utter chaos. As dragons hide amongst the humans, they wait for the royal bloodline to be awaken to once again rise up and take back their lineage as the powerful beasts they once were. Cyan Blue is an unwilling soldier of the King's Army, hoping to bide his time and pay his dues to escape his mundane and poverty-stricken life. All military personnel must pick out a Dragon and serve on the front lines of the Crescent War. His fascination and fears get the best of him as he travels to the infamous Kennels to pick out one of the infamous 'beasts of no nation'. Scarred by his mother’s death and reluctant to invite any of these creatures into his home much less trust one, a chance encounter changes everything. Cyan stumbles upon a magnificent beast deemed too powerful and wild for society which he knows he must have that dragon- too bad it is scheduled to be killed by high noon. Aiden Draekos hadn’t always been a dragon of the Kennels. Born a prince and now bound to the service of humans, he rather die than be someone's slave. As madness begins to corrode his mind, he fears if he doesn't escape soon, he will become a mindless beast stripped of his life and sold as a belt at the human auction. Dragons know that all humans are the same: cruel and devious, so why does this human seem different? Can man and beast really be anything more than enemies? And if so..., can they be truly be more than madter and servant? As their relationship begins to stumble into uncharted territory, the pair must learn to trust each other if they are to survive the war that's brewing. As conspiracies and allegiances toss them into uncharted territory, can one soldier and his dragon change the fate of the world... Or will they die trying? Excerpt: [Warmth spread through his snout causing him to huff in shock. The warmth caressed him making his scales coil. His core was seething as steam rose around him. Aiden knew better than to enjoy this, but he leaned into the touch longing for more. Unable to see the source, Aiden heard a voice call out to him from afar. “You’re going to be just fine. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I am right here.” Humans don’t make promises. Humans don’t keep them either. Aiden was amused by the wording. Most humans spoke as if they were saviors, taking the dragon’s pain away. This human voice didn’t sound human. Humans lied. Humans screamed. Humans cursed. Humans broke bones. Humans burned scales. Humans cut their horns. Humans electrified them and tortured them They never promised security. The voice was far too benevolent to be of the same breed as the humans that stripped him of his will to live. When the voice disappears, he grunts in displeasure. The lull of the tone is like a lullaby and he doesn’t want to wake up to find it is all in his head. The touch remains a steady source of comfort- it is like a guide leading him away from the white stained walls that threaten to entrap him. Aiden fights the urge to lash out. Instead, he pushes his snout further into the warmth trying to absorb it all his own. As his body grows heavier, a wave of tiredness washes over him. Struggling against the weight of sleep invading his senses, Aiden realizes he is no longer falling. Dreams don’t come to eat him alive and nightmares don’t drag him into madness. For the first time in what feels like eternity, he sleeps.] End of Excerpt *Disclaimer* 1) I do not own the cover art so kudos to the original artist 2) There may be some triggering themes within this book so please be advised 3) Enjoy the story (drop comments, likes, ratings)

Erne Ygis was a 20 year old who just loved camping and was a professional at it... if you can call camping that, on an particularly snowy day he camped out not far from the marked trail in a national park on a hilltop but when he awoke the state of the national park changed, it was sunny and vibrant. Chapters Per Week: 2! Sometimes 3 if I I have the time. Pronunciation of Erne Ygis: ER-NAY YI-GIS [THIS IS AN AMATEUR STORY AND THE FIRST I'LL TAKE SERIOUSLY SO I WILL USE THIS AS A PROJECT TO GROW MY WRITING ABILITIES THANK YOU FOR CRITICISM IF YOU GIVE ANY!] This story is a fan fiction of Elder Scrolls Oblivion I DO NOT Intend on a acting like I made the Elder Scrolls world it is simply the bases for creating a story in a series i absolutely love. I am intending on creating atleast 25 to 35 chapters of his adventure and grow my storytelling abilities! (Maybe more if i fall even more in love with the story.) Relax and Take Care Of Yourself.

It is a story of a young boy in a future that take place in celestial calendar 2000. it has been 2000 year's since supernatural powers or mythical and God like powers begin resurfacing Zak who nothing about his past found himself in a world full of danger where almost anyone can possess supernatural powers. He was found by an old man in waste yard at the age of 12 . in this world main cultivation or power rank are divided into three types. Body cultivation types. Mind cultivation types. spiritual cultivation types. watch how Zak will porgres and which path he will take and how he will find about his past and about himself and where he came from. .................................................................................. halo everyone it is my first time writing a novel so please if you find any mistakes in pronunciation kindly let me know as English is not my main language. also it is a novel that take place in different timeline and earth so please don't mix them up

Wen Zhu was originally a charming young gentleman famous in the southern city, but he was deceived by a little elf named Gu Shou who came from unknown origins. Not only did he cheat on others' feelings, but he also cheated his soul, lost his talent and became a little fool who even found it difficult to have enough food. "Is it worth it?" Zai Fu grabbed the fool's hand, knocked the dirty steamed bun from it, forced him to look into his eyes, and asked again, "Is it worth it?" Is it worth it for him to become like this? Wen Zhu no longer knows what is worth it, he misses Gu Shou so much, but Gu Shou never came back. He also doesn't know who the man in front of him is and why he refuses to let him go. "Eat... eat loong（chi loong is the same pronunciation as eat loong）?" Wen Zhu was a bit puzzled, "Loong, can they be eaten?" The Chi loong God Sovereign looked at the fool in front of him, and actually felt like taking him seriously. "Would you like to try some?"

  δάκρυα a girl living in a world just like hell a place that fears the unknown as she struggles to make decisions, one that would take her head as the choices became harder, blood flowed like an endless river as lies, betrayal, blood, death, hatred and love slips into the life of δάκρυα betrayed by the ones she holds dear as the lose of her family members breaks her come along with her to the land of losses, pain, destruction and monster as she fight against her true nightmare. herself. 마음: after all she did for you   마음:(smirked) you stepped away,   마음: no empathy (as he turned to look up at their faces, with disgust)   마음:truly disgusting (then he walked away)   δάκρυα narrating: disaster befell the land    (the scene unfolded like a nightmare. Fire spread, buildings collapsed, earth quake been stronger than ever, the ground began to open. δάκρυα running faster than ever)   δάκρυα narrating: hell truly came to earth (the ground opening up like a chasm. δákryα stopped and gazed up at the sky, her eyes fixed on the horror unfolding above.)   **   The χάος clan members looked up with fear, their eyes widened with terror. The Elders whispered   χάος Elders: η κόλαση ανέβηκε(   (pronunciation: i kólasi anévike)    (meaning hell has risen) ( (   **   Two other clans, different from mere mortals, yet similar to χάος, gazed upon the sky with equal terror.   **   δάκρυα's voice was barely audible    :What is happening?    The sky shattered like glass, red cracks spreading across the horizon. The cracks converged, revealing a massive eye closed shot as though it slept facing down on the world   The world darkened as though the sun was covered only the cracks in the sky illuminated the world **   A figure emerged from the shadows, lips curled into a sinister smile: Chaos has begun, and people will tremble at the mention of our name.   A ghastly symbol on the wall, an eyeball ripped from its socket, its cables hanging like festering tendrils. The iris was split into two halves, red and blue, like a twisted fusion of realities, as if two demonic entities had merged into a single, unblinking gaze. sitting in a puddle of congealed blood.     A black, skeletal hand materialized in the fleeting flashes of the lamp post's light, as a horrific creature emerged from the crack in the land. Its grotesque face contorted into a twisted grin, revealing razor-sharp teeth and a long, slimy tongue. The creature's eyes gleamed with malevolence, as if hell itself had unleashed its horrors upon the world.