However, I believe nature has its own way of balancing things. If blood like Gabriel's exists in this world, then there should be an antithetical blood type.
— Marcus
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Gabriel Moonfire sank into the embrace of a sumptuous one-seat sofa. The room exuded an opulent air, adorned with intricate tapestries that seemed to whisper ancient tales.
With a graceful flick of his wrist, Gabriel summoned Wolfheart, a magnificent blade pulsating with an otherworldly glow. Its ethereal form materialized from the essence of moonlight filtering through the window.
The Alpha's gaze, intense and focused, traced Wolfheart's edge with fluid precision. Responding to his command, the blade glowed with ethereal brilliance.
In resonant tones that echoed through the room, Gabriel spoke, "Wolfheart, bearer of the Moonfire legacy, grant me strength. Let the blood that binds us awaken the ancient powers."
