Upon hearing what Serenity just said, Damien’s eyes widened in disbelief as he listened to the shocking news. He shook his head vigorously, his brow furrowed in concentration. “That can't be right,” he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with confusion and doubt. “I diagnosed Serenity grandfather myself. The poison was incredibly rare and difficult to treat. Even I struggled to find the herbs needed for the cure.”At that moment he leaned back in his seat, stroking his chin thoughtfully. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to make sense of the situation. Despite his initial skepticism, a glimmer of hope flickered in his chest. “In a world filled with endless possibilities, miracles were not entirely out of the question. it can happen.”immediately Damien sat up straight, a newfound sense of determination washing over him. He turned to the driver, his voice urgent and clear. “We must hurry,” he said, his eyes locked on the road ahead. “If there's even a chance that Ser

War Goddess Serenity collapsed on the floor. Her face, usually mask-like in its perfection, contorted in agony. Each breath came shorter than the last, her chest barely rising.Although Serenity's attitude towards him was bad, he couldn't let her die.At that moment Damien walked closer to her.his fingers found her pulse - threadlike, irregular, fading. The poison had reached her heart meridian, corrupting her life force with each weakening beat.“Internal... burning has begun..” Damien whispered, his fingers clawing at her chest. Her perfectly maintained appearance crumbled as pain ravaged her features. Each breath came as a desperate wheeze, her chest barely moving.Damien fingers then moved to her wrist - the pulse fluttering like a dying bird's wings beneath his touch. His eyes narrowed at the blue tinge creeping across her skin. “the Poison has reached the heart's meridian.”Without wasting anymore time Damien knows he has to be quick.He brought out a box of Silver needles f

Upon hearing Sophia words on the phone.immediately Jessica leaned closer, her sharp gaze narrowing. Her lips curled into a sneer. “Really? This is what you’re going with?” She turned to her mother, her voice dripping with mockery. “An actress. He went and hired someone to play along. Isn’t that stupid?”Her mother crossed her arms tightly, her face twisting with anger. “You have some nerve,” she spat, directing her fury at Sophia through the phone. “How dare you conspire with him in this charade? Do you think we’re fools?”However Sophia's calm voice broke through the storm of accusations. “I don’t know what this is about, but I assure you—”“Don’t bother,” Jessica interrupted, her tone icy. “No one here is falling for this pathetic little stunt. Honestly, Damien, this is low, even for you.”However Damien opened his mouth to respond, but Jessica's mother 's sharp voice cut him off. “Enough! Do you think lies will get you anywhere? You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day.”

Upon hearing what Damien just said, Jessica's confident smile turned into a smirk as she crossed her arms, her voice laced with hostility. “You really think you can outbid me here, Damien? Do you even know what you’re doing?” She leaned slightly toward the stall owner, speaking loudly enough for the gathering onlookers to hear. “Well if you don't know, let me tell you Ryan came here with me. He’ll be here any second, and trust me, he won’t let someone like you try to act smart.”Her words were meant to cut, to humiliate. She raised her phone, tapping out a quick message to Ryan, clearly summoning him to the scene. At that moment the stall owner, sensing drama brewing, seemed more entertained than concerned about the outcome, knowing he would have doubled the price very soon.However It didn’t take long before Ryan appeared, walking briskly through the market toward the group. Jessica immediately brightened, gesturing to him as though presenting her ace. “Here he is now,” she announ

Upon hearing what Damien just said. Winston's smirk faded into a scowl as Damien words hung in the air. “You’ve got quite the mouth,” he growled, snapping his fingers. At that moment, a man stepped forward from the shadows, his movements calculated and fluid, like a predator sizing up its prey. This wasn’t just any fighter; this was Theodore, a renowned martial artist whose name sent chills through even seasoned warriors. His list of accomplishments was legendary—rumors swirled of him defeating fifty men at once in an underground tournament, and his mastery of pressure-point combat had earned him the moniker "The Unyielding Phantom." Every step he took seemed to command respect, and his stance alone exuded lethal precision. “This is someone worth your time,” Winston sneered, his lips curling into a smirk. He gestured toward Theodore, clearly savoring the moment. “Let’s see if you’re as tough as you think, Damien.” At that moment Theodore didn’t bother with introductions or theatr