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the Immortal weapons will wound and kill you.”

Sebastian stepped closer.

“I will teach you, Sebastian will test you,” Theo said. “Take a breath and summon your sword.”

Chase closed his eyes and then opened them as he felt something heavy in his hand. It was

separate, and yet part of him.

“A Zweihänder,” Theo said with a laugh. “A good German two-handed sword. Wilhelm and Alex

have influenced you.”

Sebastian laughed. “Do not forget my influence.” Sebastian was an Immortal of Germany. “I

helped you make him who he is.”

As night approached, the Elders presented Chase with a new robe. The white wool was as soft as silk

and the edging designs were embroidered diamonds and pearls. The robe settled him, giving him

peace and confidence of who and what he was. He smiled at Richard. “I am ready.”

He could now enjoy the Immortal essence flowing through his veins and felt at one with it. Theo

and Sebastian had taught him how to use the essence to summon anything he needed, from a rope to a

sword. Though he was used to fighting with his body, or a rifle, he quickly learned to wield the

summoned fire sword and throw a flaming dagger to hit a target fifty feet away.

It was weird.

And wonderful.

I am the Elder of the Seven Realms.

The phrase kept repeating in his mind and he drew strength from it. He wasn’t just a US Elder, or

a German Elder, or a Russian Elder, or a British Elder. No, he was the Elder of all Elders. The Elder

of the world.

And someone was intruding on his land.

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MONDAY NIGHT , DAMIAN STOOD ON THE PLATFORM LOOKING OUT ACROSS THE FIELD AT HIS

followers. Behind him stood the Elder-Mistresses and Immortals, all completely under his control.

The world Elders under his control stood around the common Brothers sitting on the grass. He could

sense the others, the ones who still wore white, somewhere nearby. No matter to that. They would

join Damian or die.

Immortal blood would be spilled this night. Over two thousand years ago he had only one willing

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