Mag-log inThe thought of how powerful Aria might be sat heavily with Sylas. She was starting to fall outside the box he'd put her in. With a flick of his wrist, every chess piece on the board slid back into position on its own, lining up in neat rows. His gaze was knife-sharp. Having lived through 1,000 years hadn't dulled him. If anything, they'd only made him more dangerous. "Put the word out. I want eyes on Aria and Landon at all times. Especially any contact they make with the Suncrest Sect or the Grayburn Sect." He added icily, "And run their backgrounds again—both of them. I want you to dig deeper this time. There's more to those two than we thought. "One more thing. They're almost certainly going after Suncrest and Grayburn next. Get our people moving. I want them backing up both sects before Aria gets there." "Yes, Mr. Strickland!" Jorrell answered respectfully and stood. He'd come in loud and frantic, but he left like a ghost disappearing into the estate. Sylas stood alone
One of the Greenshade Guild apprentices murmured, "But according to our ancestral teachings, our sect has been one of the great righteous sects for centuries…" The moment those words left his mouth, something in Aria loosened. It only lasted for a second. Relief washed over her, and then came the tears. Mixed with the blood on her face, tears rolled down her cheeks and hit the dirt below. She'd been reborn in this life for three reasons. She would find these sects, make every last person pay for what they did to Hollowlight, and find the souls of her fellow apprentices. Now that she'd found the Greenshade Guild, the Hollowlight Sect's name was finally clean. She sucked in a long breath and shoved everything she was feeling back down. When she spoke again, her voice was ice. "Good." As she stared straight at Lirael, there was nothing in her eyes but the promise of death. "You've admitted what you did, so it's time for you to settle the debt." Lirael went pale and threw him
All apprentices across the plaza dropped to their knees, unable to handle the weight of it. Aria's brow furrowed as she threw everything she had into fighting back. Her body swayed under the strain, but she refused to go down. This might be the hardest fight on her path to revenge, but she didn't back down. The fighting spirit in her eyes only burned brighter. Lirael's pressure crashed down on Aria like a collapsing mountain. Her face, already pale from the back-to-back battles, turned even more ashen. In fact, it was completely drained of color. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips. The wound on her shoulder tore open again, and crimson seeped through her clothes, dripping down to bloom into vivid splotches on the ground. Lirael stood with his hands behind his back, white robes snapping in the valley wind. With spirit energy churning around him, the heavens themselves responded. Clouds roiled overhead, and lightning flickered in their depths. The air in Duskhollow Va
Two old men with white hair stood guard at its entrance. Their auras were calm and restrained, marking them as true elders of the Greenshade Guild. They were Phury Fane and Payne Barker. "You insolent little brat!" Phury bellowed, his eyes blazing with rage and killing intent. "How dare you slaughter our apprentices? I'm going to destroy you today!" "Destroy me?" Aria let out a cold laugh as she stepped forward. "This is just the beginning. If you and everyone else won't leave the Greenshade Guild, you're going to die here." "Who the hell are you? What grudge do you have against us?" Payne demanded with a stern voice. "Who am I?" Aria shook her head. "That doesn't matter. All you need to know is that the Greenshade Guild ends today." Phury's face darkened. "Our guild is one of the most respected sects in the world, and you think you can just show up with some man, slaughter our people, and threaten to wipe us out? We'd never live it down if we let you walk away from this."
Sylas said nothing, but the air around him grew colder and colder. An invisible chill spread through the courtyard, and even the faint scent of orchids seemed to freeze in place. Jorrell knelt with his head bowed, not daring to look up. The pressure kept building, crushing down on him until he could barely breathe. He could tell Sylas was beyond furious—but that anger was bottled up tight, like a volcano about to blow. When it finally erupted, the fallout would be devastating. A long silence stretched between them before Sylas finally spoke. His voice was low, with a slight hint of roughness that hadn't been there before. "Are you sure only two of them came out?" "I'm certain!" Jorrell said quickly and firmly, "I saw it with my own eyes. Only Aria and Landon walked out of the rift to the Southbore Sanctum. They left Mount Southbore not long after. "I stayed and watched for another hour, but I couldn't get any closer with the Wardkeeper stationed there. Yaphet and the other fi
The view of Mount Southbore slowly faded behind them as Aria and Landon walked side by side along the winding path. The mountain air carried the fresh scent of grass and trees, yet it couldn't chase away the chill in Aria's eyes.The softness she once carried in the palace had vanished. Only a sharp glint remained in her gaze.Meanwhile, Landon wore a suit, his hair tousled by the breeze, which accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw. He stayed by Aria's side without fail. Occasionally, Aria would pause to stare at the misty peaks in the distance. Each time, Landon waited silently until she moved again before continuing.He knew she had been secretly searching for the three major sects, but it was only during their trip to Mount Southbore that they had finally found them. Naturally, Aria needed an outlet for that pent-up tension.Landon's pleasant voice cut through the mountain's stillness. He was holding a piece of paper. "Let's drive there. The Greenshade Guild is located deep w







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