Rayden remained in the doorway, observing the interaction between the three women who had now become the pillars of his power. The moment of realization that he was building a dynasty felt warm and real. However, that warmth vanished instantly as a shadow detached itself from a corner of the room.Lyra appeared, her presence as usual was unexpected and carried an air of urgency. She wasted no time."A message from the provincial capital," she said curtly, her flat voice cutting through Alesia's laughter. "The Council has made its decision."Instantly, the atmosphere in the room changed. The laughter and strategic chatter ceased. Alesia, Mireya, and Kara turned in unison, their faces tense.Their fragile moment of celebration was now replaced by a suffocating anticipation. This decision would determine whether their risky strategy would result in a resounding victory or backfire catastrophically."Display it," Rayden commanded calmly.Lyra nodded, then tapped her communication device.
Alesia burst into Kara's room, her movements full of an energy and cheerfulness that contrasted with the quiet atmosphere within. In her hands was a tray bearing a bowl of warm herbal soup, its aroma instantly filling the space. Her smile bloomed brightly as she saw Kara practicing standing while holding onto the side of the bed."Look who's already on her feet! Well, well, this calls for a celebration!" she exclaimed. She placed the tray on a nearby table and clapped her hands enthusiastically. "But don't overdo it, your face is still pale, darling! Here, sit down and eat first."Shortly after, Mireya followed her in with calmer steps. She was carrying a thick, warm wool blanket. "Ale is right, this is an incredible achievement, Kara," she said with a gentle smile. "But don't push yourself. Your body is still in the recovery phase."For the first time, the three of them were gathered in one room not as patient and caretakers, or as a host and a protected guest. They were gathered as
Far from the chaos of the outside world, which was still ablaze with the Andreas family scandal, the atmosphere inside Kara's quiet room was tense in a different way. There was no anger or intrigue, only a thick anticipation and a fragile hope.Rayden sat cross-legged before Kara, who was also seated on a mat. Her eyes were closed, her face serene."Don't think about it," Rayden said softly, his voice the only marker of time in the silent room. "Forget about how to do it. Empty your mind and just feel the flow. Don't force it."For weeks, they had gone through the painful process of 'stitching' her meridians. Now, Rayden's work as a healer is done. All the major ruined pathways in Kara's body had been reconnected, reinforced by the finest spiritual herbs. But those pathways were still empty and silent, like the streets of a dead city.Now the hardest task fell on Kara's shoulders alone. For the first time in ten years, she had to try to reawaken the spiritual energy from her long-dorm
Inside the communications room that had been specially prepared for her, Alesia Hayes no longer looked like a frightened victim. She sat before a bank of monitors, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating light. She was a general in her war room, and her weapons were connections and words.She pressed a button on her communicator, and a video call connected. The face of a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, the most influential gossip blogger in the provincial capital, appeared on the screen."Darling, I have an exclusive story for you, guaranteed to be explosive. But of course, this stays between us, yes?" Alesia's voice was sweet as honey, but every word had been weighed with the precision of a master poisoner.The blogger was instantly animated. "Of course, Ale! Tell Auntie everything!""It's just a rumor, of course," Alesia continued with an innocent tone. "I heard there's a super-rich heir in Zoho City who recently accused his celebrity wife of being kidnapped. But,
Alesia laughed. It wasn't her usual cheerful laugh, but a sharp, contemptuous sound, completely unintimidated by the official seal of the Andreas family embossed on the scroll before her."Kidnapping?" she repeated, her light brown eyes flashing dangerously. "They're calling a rescue from hell a kidnapping? The Andreas family truly has no shame!"The positive energy from their small victories instantly vanished, replaced by a thick tension. Mireya, having finished reading the scroll's contents, placed it on the table with a grave expression."This is more than just shameless, Alesia. This is a very smart and very dangerous move," Mireya said, her normally calm voice now tinged with worry. She looked at Rayden. "This is no longer just a threat from a single family, Ray. By filing an official petition with the Provincial Cultivator's Council, they've elevated this game to an entirely different level. The Provincial Council doesn't care about the squabbles in Malora. They care about stab
In the main room of the now-livelier subterranean base, Alesia Hayes was furiously channel-surfing with the remote.News of a new fashion launch, a celebrity scandal, political turmoil—it all felt so distant and meaningless. She let out a long sigh and threw a velvet sofa cushion across the room in frustration."I'm going to go mad if I just sit around like this!" she complained to Mireya, who was sitting across the room reviewing some documents.Mireya looked up, a thin, sympathetic smile on her face. "Just be a little more patient, Alesia. It's still not safe for you out there.""I know!" Alesia retorted, throwing herself dramatically onto the sofa. "And I'm grateful to Rayden. Truly. He saved my life. But after being locked in a golden cage in Zoho, I now feel like I'm locked in a safe stone cage in Malora. I'm not a porcelain doll for display, Mireya. I need to do something!"Her restlessness was not without reason. For the past few days, she had watched Rayden and Mireya work non