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Over twenty guys in matching black uniforms suddenly showed up around Raven.
Jax and Dane spotted them, and their eyes narrowed right away.
They could actually sense it–every one of these twenty–something guys was putting out energy at least as strong as a Mid–Class Warrior!
“Who–who are you?” Dane stuttered.
A bad feeling was twisting in his stomach out of nowhere.
Right as he said it, Jax’s eyes locked onto one of the figures.
His pupils shrank to dots, and he muttered, “General Yardley?”
Jonah gave him a calm, steady look, his voice full of pride and grit.
“Mr. Grayson,” he greeted him, “I’m not here for Vyrdenia’s army today–I’m with Valhalla. Call me Haze Nine now.”
Jax went still, completely caught off guard. “Haze Nine?”
“That’s right,” Jonah said, his voice low and firm. “In Valhalla, we’ve got four groups: Heaven, Earth, Haze, and Stone. Heaven Wing’s the strongest, Earth’s next, Stone’s the weakest.”
“And me? I’m from Haze Wing–ninth toughest in the lineup. Haze Nine.”
Jax’s breath caught, his shock jumping up a level.
Then he forced out, “Valhalla? You’re with THE Valhalla?”
In a split second, he turned to the others beside Jonah.
“You’re all from Valhalla too?” he asked.
His voice broke with a mix of amazement and flat–out fear this time.,
The moment he finished, one of Jonah’s crew stepped up.
“Haze Wing, fourth in line. Call me Haze Four,” the guy said, his vibe hitting like a ton of bricks.
Under that heavy pressure, Jax staggered back a couple steps, barely staying upright.
He’d just caught his balance when another figure moved forward.
“Haze Wing, number one, Haze One,” the man stated.
“Earth Wing, seventeenth. Earth 17,” another voice added right after.
“Heaven Wing, twenty–sixth. Heaven 26,” someone called from the group.
“Heaven Wing, fourth. Heaven Four,” the last guy said, cool as can be.
With every step they took, the air felt thicker, heavier.
When Heaven Four finished, Brynjar, who’d been standing behind Raven, suddenly stepped out.
A huge wave of raw power poured off him, filling the space.
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He looked at the group ahead, his cold stare like he could smash the world flat.
“Ever heard of the Valhalla Triad? Yeah, I’m Brynjar, ‘the Blade“,” he said, voice quiet but solid.
“Boom!”
The instant he spoke, two giant energy streams erupted nearby.
Next thing they knew, two heavy–hitters showed up–one to the south, one to the north.
The guy in the south had a blue stud earring, his smooth voice sharp as a knife.
“Hugmuinn, ‘the Eyes‘, of the Triad,” he introduced himself.
The guy in north oozed pure fight intention.
He bellowed, bellowing, “Thorian, ‘the Chariot‘, of the Triad!”
The ground started to rumble.
As Thorian’s voice rang out, every Valhalla member’s energy kicked into high gear.
Jax’s wobbly legs finally quit on him.
‘Thud!‘ Like all his strength got drained, he hit the ground.
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And those two hundred–plus people who’d charged toward Raven earlier? Being this close to Raven and the Valhalla crew, they felt the insane pressure
loud and clear.
Under wave after wave of that wild power, their eyes showed pure terror, bodies shaking like crazy.
It wasn’t just the Grayson family crew either–Eddie and Vivian, staring at Raven, looked stunned too.
Growing up in Regalhold the capital city, they’d sure as hell heard of Valhalla.
Way back, the family bigwigs had hammered it into them: Never mess with Valhalla people, ever.
And now, out of the blue, a whole bunch of them show up.
Plus, when they arrived, it sounded like they said their master was here.
So who’s their master? The thought hit Eddie and Vivian at the same time.
Their eyes shifted to Raven together.
But a second later, they both brushed it off.
Nah, they figured, shutting it down fast.
No chance.
Valhalla’s master, not even twenty years old? Impossible.
Some ex–con just out of jail? That’s wild.
But before they could talk themselves out of it more-
Every Valhalla member dropped to one knee at once, facing Raven.
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Their voices boomed, respectful and almost worshipful, “MASTER!”
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