Novel & Cerita Sven Death

“I tried to kill him before the Nightfall. Tried to stop all this from ever happening. But even then, Cillian had his Reapers around him wherever he went. When I struck, he used them to keep me busy while he escaped. Then he sent more Reapers in, until I had no choice but to retreat, too. Now, he stays in the Necropolis, protected by his army at all times, and he rarely ever leaves. I will make this right someday. I will find a way to kill him. But I’m not going to rush in there on some suicide mission. You don’t survive as long as I have by making stupid decisions.” His voice was ragged with pain and regret. I’d wondered about Sven’s motivations, and it seemed that, like Mr. Beauxdera, he’d

Sven asked but he remained quiet, his head lowered. A deep chuckle escaped Sven lips as he placed his gun down and began to roll up his sleeves “I'm sure whoever sent you must have given you a little bit of information, I'm very temperamental and I hate being ignored” his voice darken as he stared down at the guy. I was so close to begging him to speak up—did he have a freaking death sentence? In the blink of an eye, Sven picked up his gun and shot the guy in his thigh, causing a loud yell to rip through the walls.

Sven smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know who he is. The other party's strength is unfathomable. Every time we meet, he wears a mask. He uses a voice changer every time, too." "Why did you work for him?" "He put poison in my body. I must take the antidote once a month. Otherwise, I'll die painfully," Sven said desperately. "Give me your hand!" Sven did as he was told. Henry touched Sven's pulse point and probed his body with his powerful soul power. He realized there was indeed a problem with Sven. He would not have found out about it previously. It was a pity that even though he could resolve it, it would destroy Sven's vital energy.

However, I would have walked into hell and back to save Brad. With a great surge of power through our connected skin, I pushed Sven’s dark spirit as far as I could. I felt the jolt as the magic flowed through me and into him and then I felt his arm dropping as his body slumped. He fell heavily against Brad, thankfully not stabbing him with the silver dagger in the process. “He’s dead!” Brad exclaimed in complete confusion. He shoved Sven off of him. “What did you do?” “I had to,” I said simply, feeling a little off, woozy, I supposed. I needed to sit down.