Se connecterAt the mention of Landon, a flicker of caution flashed through Percy's eyes. From the memories he had regained in this life, he knew Landon had always remained by Aria's side. Landon wielded considerable power and was utterly devoted to her. With him around her, there was little to worry about.Since Percy's memories had awakened, his judgment of people had become even sharper than before. He looked at Landon standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze darkening slightly.In the end, Percy suppressed his unease. He looked at Aria and gave a firm nod. His thin lips parted as he spoke in a determined voice. "Alright. I'll do as you say. I'll wait for your news at the firm. Take care of yourself. If there's even the slightest danger, contact me immediately. No matter when or where, I'll be there as fast as I can."Percy's eyes were filled with protectiveness and concern as he looked at her. After a thousand years of protecting her, it had become second nature to him. Even if he c
When 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
Leon was determined not to embarrass himself on national television. Those eager for more screen time were clearly planning ahead. Yet, Chandler and Anthony's performances seemed lackluster compared to his."Has everyone decided on their partners?" Kian asked. In unison, the celebrities and their par
This gave Lana a start. She seemed to have recalled something that made her gaze falter. Meanwhile, Aria continued, "Too many aspects of this story aroused suspicion. It was inferred that the couple found their daughters burdensome after their son was born."Of course, this was not proven. After the
Lily stood there with her fists clenched. Heavy taxes on alcohol and tobacco products were commonplace, yet the students couldn't help but be shocked by the sheer magnitude of those levies.Christian, in particular, was deeply distressed. 1.7 million dollars for a bottle of wine? That sum could have
Homer rose from his seat, deep in thought. Lysander said in shock, "Mr. Bond, that's… That's—""The Grand Pilgrimage," Homer interjected, a sudden smile lighting his face as he glanced downstairs. "The malevolent spirits have been transformed into holy ones capable of saving humanity in crucial momen







