All Chapters of The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Chapter 2231 - Chapter 2240

The sinister energy that hurt Aria felt completely different from the way Sam experienced it. It flowed over his skin like a gentle stream. Instead of draining his life force, it was effortlessly absorbed into his body. A nearly invisible dark-gold glow surrounded him. Power surged from deep within, neutralizing the devouring force of the Soul-Locking Evil Manifestation and transforming its unholy energy and the spirits' resentments into nourishment for himself.Sam spun in a circle curiously. The decaying leaves beneath his feet crackled as they froze from the unholy energy, yet he felt completely at ease, as if soaking in warm water. He grabbed a strand of thick green-gray mist and sniffed it. His face lit up with delight as he murmured, "This feels so nice. It's way more fun than anywhere I've been before."The more violently the manifestation pulled and the thicker the mist wrapped around him, the more excited Sam became. He skipped through the fog, swatting at strands of u

As Nunzio crossed the turbulent Slaining Demon River, every demon and spirit along the way shrank back into their nests. Sensing his millennia-old demonic power and the malice radiating from him, they didn't dare make a sound. Exhaustion mounted with every step. Nunzio felt darkness creeping at the edges of his vision, and his soul root throbbed with sharp, tearing pain. It was an unmistakable sign of the severe injury inflicted by Aria.He clenched his teeth, pressing the tip of his tongue against them. The metallic-sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. Sylas' warning echoed relentlessly in his mind. "If you can't succeed, withdraw immediately. Never linger in battle. Never put yourself in danger. Come to me. I will handle everything else."Only by reaching the place Sylas had specified could he finally lower his defenses and begin healing his fatal internal injuries.Nunzio ran for some time before finally reaching a mist-shrouded mountaintop. A secluded courtyard lay nestl

The steady beep of the heart monitor broke the silence in the room, and for Landon, it was the only sound that brought him any peace. He sat with a straight back in the lone leather chair beside the bed. In fact, he sat so still that the chair itself might as well have been rooted to the floor. It was as though he and the cold hospital room had become one and the same. His eyes never left Aria's face. That gaze was deep and impossibly still, the kind that only came from living far too long. And buried somewhere behind it was a tenderness no one was ever meant to see. His gaze drifted slowly across her brow, tracing the furrow that lingered there even in unconsciousness. Even now, she carried a tension she couldn't let go of. It was as if some part of her was still standing on the battlefield in Soul Lock Grove, facing Nunzio down and shielding everyone behind her. As he raised his hand, his fingertip hovered just slightly above the crease between her brows. He was so careful it

Heaven had never had to think before. It simply had to make decisions. This was the first time, in all the ages since its birth, that it set aside its absolute authority. It had never allowed a single word of dissent. But for the first time, it genuinely asked itself whether the order it upheld so rigidly was the foundation holding the world together—or the wall keeping it shut out from every living thing in it. Countless eons of memories surfaced. There were many beings who fell to their knees in their darkest moments, screaming at heaven and begging to know why things were so unfair. The loyal ones were framed and ruined, while the good ones were dragged through suffering they didn't deserve. Eventually, their eyes had turned cold, hollow, and hopeless. It remembered the ages when corruption ran unchecked, when the cruel held power, and the world was drowning in grief and fury. Heaven had treated all those emotions and cries like nothing. It never cared. But now, spoken thr

Aria no longer felt weak and disoriented. Instead, she had a tangle of questions and fixations she'd been sitting on for a long time. Her thoughts kept circling back to her past life and the deep bond she'd shared with her fellow apprentices from Hollowlight Sect. And underneath all of it sat a theory so unbelievable she hadn't dared look at it head-on, even though she knew she had to. Her gaze drifted to the branches swaying outside the window, but she wasn't seeing any of it. Her mind had already gone back to a few days ago. She had just found out that Fergus and Elijah, who'd woken up remembering everything, were the same fellow apprentices who had once shielded her with their lives. It stirred up a complicated knot of emotions in her chest. Memories she'd buried for ages came flooding back all at once. Back on the peak of Mount Hollowlight, there was the wooden lodge Tobias had built with his own hands. Her fellow apprentices had gathered around her and taught her swordwork