Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 2191 - Bab 2200

The two men had skin so pale it looked diseased, not a trace of color anywhere on their bodies. No spiritual energy radiated from them at all, yet they gave off a suffocating sense of deathly energy. "They do seem like puppets. But revenants are more like it." Landon's voice grew heavier. "They have no life signs, and they move stiffly, but they pack that kind of destructive force. And their bodies don't seem affected by regular attacks at all." Aria nodded, and her eyes darkened. "Their strikes carry necrotic blight that can break down power and eat away at flesh. Also... they can't be killed. They don't feel pain." Sam rose to his feet, and the power inside him surged again until it formed a barrier that pushed back the cold deathly energy around them. As he locked his gaze on the two revenants, the relaxed look on his face was gone, replaced by dead seriousness. "So you can't be killed and don't feel pain?" Sam muttered under his breath. Curiosity flickered through his eye

Aria held Landon's gaze for a long moment, then gave a small nod. "Alright. I'll be waiting at the hospital for you both." She stepped into the car without another word. "Just drive them there," Landon said to the driver, his tone flat. The driver didn't dare hesitate. The engine hummed to life, and the black sedan pulled away, gliding down the mountain road until it shrank into the distance. Aria lowered the window and looked back. Landon was still standing in the same spot with Sam limp and unconscious in his arms. Worry pooled in her chest, and she kept watching until the car rounded a bend and his figure vanished from sight. Only then did she raise the window again. Landon didn't look away until the sedan's taillights disappeared at the end of the road. He glanced down at Sam, who was still out cold in his arms. His breathing had steadied somewhat, but the chaotic energy coiled within his core still churned restlessly, threatening to break its seal at any moment. The

Sylas never would have guessed that Sam, who seemed so useless, had that kind of power hiding inside him. He had run into Sam once before, back at the city hall. The boy had seemed dumb and vacant, given how he could barely put a sentence together. And now that same kid had just reduced both of his revenants to nothing. He'd assumed it was Landon who had made the move, and he'd wanted to know what the aftermath looked like. His dark eyes narrowed. The viciousness and arrogance lurking behind them were swept away in an instant, replaced by a staggering mix of shock, wild excitement, and a thread of deeply buried fear. Based on Jorrell's description, Sylas was starting to piece together what had actually happened. Sam, who looked so harmless and clueless, was most likely carrying one of the most terrifying chaotic forces from the primordial age inside his body. It was a primal power that even Sylas himself would have to think twice about provoking. No wonder the revenants tha

Then there was Sylas. Thousands of years had made him ruthless and cunning; he wasn't just a fighter, he was a survivor who would see any battle through to its bloody conclusion. Chaotic mist and dark violet killing energy clashed violently above the stone platform, colliding, dissolving, and reforming again and again.Each clash shattered the stone platform and drove the earth into ruin. Every collision of their auras shook existence itself, and the heavens thundered.Sealed arcane symbols burst apart one after another. The resentment of Grief Peak exploded upward. The sky churned violently, and the screams of countless spirits echoed from the deepest darkness below.The battle was no longer at a stalemate; It had completely spiraled out of control. The crow and the three revenants still fought in midair, locked in endless combat as golden light and the revenants' wrath scattered in all directions.At the center of the stone platform, Sam and Sylas were still engaged in battle

It felt as if their very souls had been seized by an invisible hand. Agony etched across their faces as breathing became a struggle.Not far away, Sylas' heart began to pound wildly. Fear surged through his chest, threatening to drown his reason. Yet, the greed lurking in his eyes refused to fade. His obsession with Sam's chaotic energy, combined with the fact that Landon had done nothing but evade throughout the entire fight, held him firmly in place.Sylas' mind raced as he weighed every possibility and replayed the battle again and again. Landon had fought the berserk Sam for a long time, yet he had merely dodged throughout the battle. He had not unleashed even the slightest trace of his energy, let alone counterattacked.To Sylas, this was not a sign of weakness. Perhaps Landon was restrained by something unknown, or his Great Decator had been restricted. There was also a chance he was injured. Maybe he couldn't unleash his full power within the bounds of Grief Peak. Or perh