Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Ethan immediately shook his head, dismissing the idea: "No, that's out of the question. The evil spirit is far too dangerous—we can't take the risk of activating the magic box first. The consequences would be catastrophic." His tone was firm, carrying a clear warning rooted in reason. It was evident that this plan was far too reckless to consider. Lisa added, “We have no solid evidence or precedent to guide us on the possibility of trapping the evil spirit in an animal or corpse either. If it fails, the consequences could be disastrous. And as for trying to lock it in Yolanda, she’d likely retaliate with dark magic before the spirit even takes hold, and could easily transfer it to someone else. Yolanda would never allow herself to be cornered like that.” Her analysis made the plan seem even more perilous and impractical, leaving us with little hope of its success.Peter's sigh hung heavy in the room, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, "It seems like, in the end, we're left

But Yolanda caught wind of it, her sneering laughter cutting through the air as if she had anticipated our reaction all along. "Did you really think I wouldn’t know the magician’s box was in your possession?" she said, her voice dripping with mockery. "It was the River family who reached out to us. They claimed they overheard your conversations in the villa, plotting against us. You know what they say—‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ They even invited us to your villa. The moment I stepped inside, I could sense the presence of the magician’s box." Her words flowed as if she were recounting the most ordinary of events, but each syllable struck us like a heavy blow to the heart.We exchanged uneasy glances, our hearts gripped by shock and fear. Ethan and Lisa locked eyes, a shared but unspoken understanding passing between them, heavy with complex emotions. Yolanda's revelation had caught us off guard, especially the speed and precision with which she had detected the magician’s bo

Maria took the magician’s magic box from her earring. It was not as what we had imagined—nothing like the large, imposing vampire’s magic box from last time. Instead, it was a delicate, small box radiating a strange and mysterious glow. We hadn't had the chance to closely examine the vampire’s magic box before; but now, with this magician’s magic box in Maria's hand, right before our eyes, its every detail unfolded clearly in our view.Its surface was inlaid with intricate runes that seemed to glow as if in motion, the light dancing gently, almost as if it were alive. The moment the magician’s magic box appeared, the air in the room seemed to grow heavier, as though weighed down by an invisible force, making even breathing feel like a struggle. I could feel my heartbeat quickening with every passing second, as if it, too, sensed the oppressive power emanating from the magic box. Yolanda's eyes were fixed intently on the magic box, her pupils slightly constricted. This was the object s

The situation with Maria was far from promising; many of the magicians had already been knocked to the ground. The battlefield was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burning, each shockwave reverberating through the air and the earth. Despite her exhaustion, Maria pressed on, sweat streaming down her face, her gaze resolutely fixed. Her magical light flickered repeatedly, but it was clear that both her stamina and magical energy were dwindling. Standing alone amidst the chaos of the battlefield, she bore the weight of everyone’s hope, fiercely resisting Yolanda's relentless attacks.At last, both sides had reached their limits; the magical energy was no longer easily expendable, and the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Both sides seemed to have entered a stalemate. At that critical moment, bottles of glowing magical elixirs suddenly flew toward Yolanda! Each bottle traced an arc through the air, imbued with potent magical energy, and headed straight for Yolanda. It turned

His words brought tears to all our eyes. The tears blurred my vision, and I could barely breathe. I heard my mother sobbing nearby, her voice filled with anguish, “My poor child…” My father held her tightly, trying to offer comfort.Maria slowly retrieved the Soul Lock Ring from her waist, a silver ring adorned with ancient runes. Seeing her movement, I immediately tried to intervene, but Harry grabbed me firmly. I turned to him, his eyes brimming with tears, yet he shook his head resolutely, signaling me to stay calm.Maria approached Neil, her voice gentle and sorrowful. “Kid, we must meet again in the next life. I hope that, then, I can be your mother.” Taking a deep breath, she began to activate the Soul Lock Ring. The ring emitted a blinding white light, swiftly encircling both Neil and the malevolent spirit. The spirit roared in fury, its cries sharp and piercing as it struggled against the binding force.In that chaotic moment, Neil seemed to regain a fleeting clarity. His gaze