So at that moment, after Master George pointed a trembling finger at Elvis and made his heavy accusation, the entire room fell into a tense, conflicted silence. But it wasn’t shock that filled the air it was disappointment.Everyone in the room had seen what had just happened. They had watched Elvis arrive in the middle of chaos, confront a dangerous opponent, and save Serenity from certain death. They saw how he calmed the storm with calm hands and a firm stance, they saw him kneel beside Master George and restore his breath when his body was losing the battle against whatever had afflicted him.So when Master George accused him now, the tension wasn’t explosive. It was quiet. Like the heavy silence before thunder.At that moment Serenity’s grandfather finally stepped forward, slowly but with firm conviction. His gaze swept the room before landing squarely on George. “I think we’ve all had enough of this,” he said, his voice calm but steady, like a man who had made up his mind. “I k

At that moment Serenity started having a second thought.why didn’t she think about this earlier? Why didn’t she ask the right questions?Why did she just accept everything like a helpless child, as if she didn’t have a mind of her own?What Master George said kept echoing in Serenity’s ears, not because she wanted it to be true but because… it made sense.Everything just happened so quickly.Too quickly.The attack. The chaos. Her helplessness.And then, Elvis… showing up right in that moment.How? She had been trained to sense presence, to recognize energy, to read movement. Yet she felt nothing no hint of his arrival, no trace of his aura, until he stepped in and struck. And even then, it wasn’t a normal appearance. He didn’t look surprised, or panicked. He looked… prepared.Why didn’t she ask? Why didn’t she stop to question:What brought him here in the first place? How did he know this was going to happen? why was he standing behind them, not ahead? How was he so close, yet nob

At that moment, Serenity finally felt something shift deep inside her not in her body, but in her heart and mind. Elvis’s words, the tone in which he spoke them, the pain in his eyes it all came crashing down on her like a wave she hadn’t seen coming.Then the realization hit her, sharp and heavy, all this time…Elvis had liked her.No, not just liked her, he had loved her. Quietly. Patiently. Consistently. In the way he stood by her side. In the way he showed up without needing an invitation. In the way he protected her without asking for anything in return.And what had she done? she treated him like a brother. A good friend. Nothing more.At that was the best between them.Serenity's heart began to pound as her chest tightened with confusion, guilt, and an ache she didn’t know how to explain. At that moment She looked at him really looked at him and saw someone who had probably been hurting in silence for a long time. And for what? For a hope that she never even thought to nurture.

At that moment, Serenity clenched her teeth, frustration boiling within her chest. The humiliation from her failed first strike was already eating away at her pride like acid, and she couldn’t accept it. Not after everything, not in front of her grandfather. Not in front of Master George, not in front of Elvis the same man she once saw as a friend, a brother, a shadow behind her light.No, She was the War Goddess.And she would not be humiliated not in this manner.With a fierce yell, Serenity’s left hand began to glow a deep violet, ancient runes flashing across her skin as she summoned the full force of her spiritual energy. It wasn’t just raw strength this time it was a devastating channeling technique passed down through battle-hardened generations of her bloodline.The air shimmered around her fist as the floor beneath her cracked and split from the pressure.With everything she had, she slammed her other hand toward Elvis’s chest in a punch that could shatter through iron gates.

At that moment, upon hearing what Damien just said, Elvis couldn't help but pause—not because he was confused, but because he found it amusing. He slowly turned his head, eyeing Damien with a calm, chilling smirk. Inside, he was wondering, What exactly does he think he knows? But truthfully, Elvis wasn’t bothered. Not even a little. Damien’s words didn’t weigh much in his heart. In fact, to Elvis, Damien was just like a fly buzzing around a battlefield he didn’t belong in. A mere ant trying to stand tall among dragons.He didn’t flinch. He didn’t shift. He didn’t even blink at Damien’s accusation.In his mind, he could crush Damien any second he wished. And yes that wasn’t arrogance. That was fact.So he didn’t take Damien seriously. Not now. Not ever again. He simply stood there, as calm as still water, as the room remained tense.And yet, the deeper silence settled, the clearer it became.Everything Damien had said so far was like a finger being pointed directly at Elvis, pushing hi