Violetta’s vertical pupils dilated in pure, unadulterated shock. "Impossible... My Mother's power—""Is borrowed," Alistair interrupted softly.Before she could retreat, Alistair’s form dissolved into a streak of pure golden light.SWISH.He reappeared directly before her, his golden palm thrusting forward with the weight of an unyielding mountain chain.BANG!The strike struck her dead center in the chest, right where the pale, obsidian claw from the mirror had injected the abyssal essence.The golden spatial Qi didn't just break her physical devil armor—it invaded her meridians like billions of microscopic sword rays, forcefully severing the connection between her soul and the Supreme Devil’s core!"AAGH!"Violetta let out a blood-curdling scream as the pitch-black abyssal energy was violently purged from her body in a fountain of dark, burning mist.Her leathery shadow wings shattered into dust, her obsidian horns snapped, and her silver-white hair reverted back to its original sof

Lilith extended a pale hand, letting her fingers brush through the cool steam rising from the tea."Unlike Adam, I looked beyond the brilliant light of the heavens," she continued softly. "I saw the shadows it cast—the endless, untapped abyss that the Heavenly Dao sought to purge and erase. I realized that true balance could never be achieved by blinding oneself to half of existence. When I touched the abyssal realm and brought its principles back to the mortal plane, Adam did not see a partner reaching enlightenment. He saw a threat. He saw a stain upon his perfect creation.""And so," Alistair surmised smoothly, "the hero of the Primordial Era cast out his first companion.""Cast out?" Lilith laughed, a sharp, mournful sound. "He hunted me. He branded me a traitor, forged the orthodox doctrines that your sects worship to this day, and erased my contributions from the records. Eve was elevated as the ideal—obedient, docile, and submissive to the sky. While I... I became the villain o

With a simple wave of his arm, a golden spatial rift tore open beneath the petrified pedestal, swallowing the ancient mirror entirely into Alistair's personal spatial storage.He didn't spare another glance at the empty pedestal.Turning on his heel, his dark coat whistling through the lingering scent of ozone and cooling magma, Alistair Reid walked smoothly toward the exit of the cavern, stepping back out into the moonlight of the mortal world.The subterranean tunnel sloped steeply upward, the oppressive heat and heavy sulfur gradually yielding to the cool, salt-tinged breeze drifting in from the ocean.Alistair’s boots made no sound against the jagged stone as he emerged onto the surface of the island.Above, the night sky was clear, illuminated by a pale, ivory moon that cast sharp shadows across the volcanic crags.Alistair paused at the edge of the cavern's entrance, his golden eyes sweeping across the desolate valley below.The lingering ripples from his earlier clash with Viol

A silent, concussive wave of golden spatial force swept across the runway.The guards didn't even have time to scream before their weapons shattered into dust and their bodies were launched fifty yards backward, crashing unconscious onto the tarmac.By then, the jet’s engines shrieked at maximum thrust.The aircraft surged forward, tearing down the runway at breakneck speed before pitching sharply upward, its wheels lifting off the ground and soaring into the dark night sky toward the open ocean.Inside the cabin, Ramos collapsed into a leather armchair, panting heavily as he wiped the cold sweat from his brow.He looked out the oval window, watching the island shrink beneath them as the jet climbed higher into the clouds.A manic, relieved laugh bubbled up from his throat."I made it... I made it out!" Ramos cackled, clutching his chest as he turned to glare at the bound Adam Smith on the floor. "He didn't shoot us down! He didn't dare! He knows if he strikes this jet in mid-air, the

A few hours later, the private jet touched down smoothly on the sunlit runway of Haven International Airport.The morning air of the city was crisp, carrying the familiar scents of jet fuel, sea breeze, and urban hustle.Adam Smith walked beside Alistair through the private terminal's sleek glass concourse, his posture restored, his dark suit crisp once more despite the lingering fatigue in his eyes."I’ll have my men handle the press releases regarding the island by noon," Adam said softly, keeping his voice low as they approached the main exit. "The Ramos family won't know what hit them. By the time I'm finished, their stocks will—"Adam stopped mid-sentence.Alistair paused, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he looked toward the glass sliding doors leading to the terminal exit.Blocking the corridor was a sharp, formidable line of high-ranking law enforcement officers in dark tactical dress, accompanied by plainclothes detectives displaying gold badges.Behind them, several bla