تسجيل الدخولWhen Aria's fingertips brushed against Percy's clothing, both of them paused slightly. A quiet warmth rose in their hearts at the same time. This familiar feeling, one that had crossed countless reincarnations, was already etched into their very bones. No words were needed. They simply understood what the other was thinking.Percy lowered his gaze to her. His fingers gently traced the back of her hand as he felt the warmth of her palm against his. His eyes carried the same indulgent care they always had, just like on Mount Hollowlight, where he had always been her safest refuge.Percy didn't rush her and simply waited. Since Aria had awakened his memories, he knew there must still be more she needed to tell him about their sect and their people. Now that they had finally reunited after a thousand years, they would face every storm ahead together.After a moment, Aria finally steadied herself. Her voice rose from tears into clarity and resolve, yet it never fully lost its softness or
Aria's heart leaped into her throat. The gentle aura around her vanished, replaced by a surge of worry.She shot up from her seat and rushed over to the couch. As she moved, the hem of her clothes brushed against the armrest, stirring a faint breeze. Leaning forward quickly, she reached out with trembling fingertips toward Percy's wrist. Her cool fingers lightly touched his pulse, feeling the warmth of his skin. She applied just enough pressure to check his condition. His pulse was steady, strong, and unhurried. It resembled the calm rhythm of someone in a deep sleep, far steadier than it had been when he was under stress. Only then did Aria calm down. She let out a deep breath, withdrew her hand, and straightened up as she looked down at Percy lying on the couch. She knew he had heard everything she said. He was in the process of recovering his memories. The sharp and rational gaze he usually carried was hidden behind his closed eyes, softening his entire presence. He looked
Percy wanted to push back, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything at all. All he could do was stare at her with a blank mind while the rational worldview he had spent decades constructing cracked wide open. The only thought he had was how everything Aria had just told him could be possible. Things like past lives, reincarnation, and memories locked inside a soul were against every scientific principle he knew, every rule the real world operated by. In the framework he'd built his entire life around, none of this was possible. He'd handled more cases than he could count. He'd also met every kind of person imaginable and listened to things that would make most people's heads spin—but never had anyone said something this far removed from reality. This was the stuff of fantasy novels, and it belonged in people's imaginations. How could any of it be real? How could it be happening to him? Nobody in their right mind would accept something like this. He was Percy Carver, the
Percy went back to flipping through the case files and scribbling notes. He was tightening up every last detail before tomorrow's trial. This case was too big, and his client had too much riding on it for anything less. But he didn't know that the fractured memories he kept shoving aside weren't hallucinations at all. They were real memories that were sealed away for a thousand years. And he had no idea that Aria was already on her way to him to crack open all of those buried memories. She wanted to bring him back into the fold as the fourth apprentice of Hollowlight Sect so that he could stand with his fellow apprentices to rescue Thayne and avenge their sect. His office door remained shut. Sunlight poured through the large windows and spilled across the desk, lighting up the thick case files and the focused lines of Percy's profile. Down the same building, a black car pulled up to the curb. Aria and Landon stepped out. They looked up toward the 28th floor and started walking
The hospital room was drowned in grief, anger, and guilt. Whatever warmth their reunion had carried was gone now, smashed apart by one horrible revelation after another. All that was left was a rage for everyone they'd lost and the raw, aching horror of what Thayne had been through. His voice came out rough and low, but every single word hit hard. "Sylas lost his humanity a long time ago, and there's no forgiving what he's done. I don't care what it costs. We'll get Mr. Granger back and make that bastard pay in blood!" "I owe Mr. Granger everything, so I'm definitely getting him out and settling this score. If we're not strong enough right now, then we train until we are. We'll track down Percy, Jeffrey, and Leon to pull together every bit of power we've got. We'll make Sylas pay even if it takes everything we have!" "Yeah! We'll save Mr. Granger, kill Sylas, and make him pay for what they did to our sect! We couldn't hold it together last time around, but in this life, I'd do wh
The warmth in Elijah's eyes was gone. All that was left was focus and alertness for whatever Aria was about to tell them. He knew better than anyone that the catastrophe that had wiped out Hollowlight Sect had to have something darker behind it. On the bed, Rafael had finally started to settle down. His eyes were still red around the edges, and there were tears that he hadn't wiped away. He could still feel the warmth of his brothers' hands from when they'd recognized each other. He'd been leaning back against the head of the bed. After hearing what Aria said, his body slowly straightened up. One of his hands fisted into the blanket hard enough that his knuckles went pale. There was still some fatigue of just having woken up on his face, but his eyes had gone sharp in an instant. His proud and fierce self from his past life had risen back up as he stared at Aria. His head was full of questions about what had happened to the sect and about who had really been behind the catastro
Waymond had always been one who wore his heart on his sleeve, so he teared up. Seeing Fiona this way, his usual stern face crumbled. "If you cared so much about Dad's health, why didn't you come see him as soon as you arrived in Ludwiten?" Fiona paused, realizing something. "I did come home, more
After being together all this time, Aria suddenly had a thought. Were she and Landon too distant from each other? No, "distant" was not quite the right word. It was more like they did not know each other well enough. Landon always felt just out of reach, like there was a fog between them. Simply
This incident also gave the Fitzroy family an excuse to visit the Grishams. And it was rare to see Magdalene speak with Eamon personally. "Eamon, I don't have anything against Aria, but investments always come with risks." Magdalene sighed deeply. "Spending 50 million dollars is a small matter. Wh
The moment Priscilla recognized the woman's voice on the phone, she froze. It was Fiona's daughter.Aria pressed her foot harder on Robert. "Ms. Draycott, I've always been curious about how you looked before all those plastic surgeries. I saw for myself today—old and ugly. Now I understand your des







