When Serenity heard what her cousin just said, her heart skipped a little.She turned to him slowly, her expression shifting—no longer just surprised, but genuinely worried.This wasn’t just about a threat.It wasn’t just about men forcing their way into her home.It was about something deeper. Something wrong.She couldn’t make sense of it.Her cousin’s voice… his posture… the way he didn’t even try to stand with her, or defend the house, or protect their grandfather—it all felt off. And that scared her more than anything.Her grandfather was still behind her. Alive. But exposed.And that… that was something she couldn’t afford.She wasn’t just standing here as a relative.She was Serenity. War Goddess.A protector. A leader. A force.And she couldn’t just surrender herself while her own family folded under pressure.So many things were at stake.Her blood boiled.The fact that these two nobodies—these intruders—had the audacity to enter her family’s home, speak of murder in the livi

At that moment, Serenity drew in a deep, controlled breath—and the air shifted.Her energy exploded outward in a violent, radiant surge, flooding the entire chamber in a golden-red brilliance that pulsed like the heart of a rising sun. The ground beneath her feet shattered in a perfect ring. The furniture trembled. The chandeliers swayed. Even the walls, built with the strongest spiritual reinforcement, groaned under the weight of her unleashed power.Her aura wasn't just power it was divine.It wasn’t glowing. It was blazing.A storm of translucent flames swirled around her like wings of fury. At that moment Her hair lifted even more, dancing like strands of fire in an unseen wind. Her eyes, once bright and calm, were now blurry with overwhelming force, their glow piercing through the smoky air like burning stars.The thugs could barely breathe.Before they could even register what was happening she vanished.A sound like a thunderclap underwater ripped through the silence.In the b

At that moment the silence that followed the crash was thunderous.Dust still hung in the air, and the glow from the shattered window flickered across the stunned faces in the room. No one moved. No one breathed.Their eyes every single one of them were stretched wide in disbelief, as if the laws of reality had just bent before them.Because standing above Serenity… was Elvis.The same Elvis who had vanished from public sight.The same Elvis who had once stood in the background like a shadow.The same Elvis who had, until now, never been associated with such overwhelming power.At that moment Master George took a step back, his hand clutching his chest as he blinked rapidly. “Elvis…?”Even Serenity’s grandfather stared in disbelief, his lips parted, unable to speak, unable to comprehend how he of all people had entered the room without anyone sensing it.The tension in the room grew thicker by the second, all eyes locked on the man who now stood tall, calm, and absolutely in control.

At that moment, the heavy silence was broken by Serenity’s grandfather stepping forward slowly, the weight of what had just happened still etched on his face. His eyes, sharp and experienced, lingered on the lifeless body sprawled across the shattered floor before turning to Elvis.His voice, though gravelly with age, held strength and sincerity.“Elvis… thank you,” he said, nodding slowly. “Thank you for coming at the right time. For stepping in when it mattered most.”At that moment he took another step, the gravity of his words tightening.“If you hadn’t shown up…” He glanced briefly at his granddaughter, still breathing but pale and wounded. “Serenity might’ve been gone by now.”Immediately he swallowed his pride something not easy for a man like him.“I’m very grateful,” he said. “For how you risked your life to save hers… to save all of us.”His tone was respectful, if not still laced with distance.But just as the atmosphere began to soften, another voice cut in sharp, unyieldi

At that moment, Elvis smiled again slow, confident, and filled with quiet pride. Everything was falling into place exactly the way he had envisioned.Everything pieces were aligning, and he could feel it. The success, the respect, the acknowledgement, the control it was all returning to him.He turned slowly toward Serenity, his voice calm but laced with assurance. “You don’t have anything to worry about,” he said. “There’s no internal bleeding.”His eyes scanned her gently from head to toe. “From what I’ve seen,” he continued, “your body is fine. Just worn out. Pushed to the edge. But structurally, you’re okay.”Hearing what Elvis just said Serenity blinked, still lying weakly on the floor, her body stiff but her heart slightly easing. That knot of dread in her chest began to loosen.“You just need rest,” Elvis said again, taking a step closer and kneeling beside her. He pulled out a small, tightly sealed vial from the inside of his coat. A pale golden liquid shimmered inside, glowin