Corvin didn’t stop there. The more Elias listened without reacting, the more he seemed to enjoy himself. He spread his arms slightly and started bragging. “You know,” he said, his voice carrying easily through the building. “I don’t just deal in power, i deal in people too.” Elias’s eyes sharpened. “I move humans the way others move weapons,” Corvin continued. “As in Human trafficking. You know what that means right?” He chuckled and winked.Elias said nothing. Corvin leaned closer and lowered his voice. “And you’re the finest gift I’ve seen in years. A Monarch Crown Bearer with no leash.” He shook his head slowly. “Do you know how much someone like you is worth? Alive or dead?” The wounded man beside him remained still. “When I kill,” Corvin went on, almost proudly, “I don’t rush it. I take my time. I cut people into pieces. Bit by bit. That’s my signature. I do whatever i do to make a statement.” He smiled thinly. “But out of respect for the Crown, I’ll be generous.” He strai

Lucien finally lost his composure, rage flashing across his face as he looked down at Corvin’s lifeless body. “How dare you,” he snapped with outrage. “You shed blood in front of me like it’s nothing and you still have the guts to speak!”He lifted his hand and pointed straight at Elias. “Kill him.” The Twins of Death moved instantly. Their fans snapped fully open, the blades glinting as they split apart and circled Elias from both sides. One went left, the other right. Their steps were light, almost floating. Elias exhaled slowly. The first twin struck. The fan sliced through the air toward Elias’s neck, but Elias tilted his head a fraction and stepped back, the blade missed him by inches. Before the twin could recover, the second one came in low, aiming for Elias’s ribs. Elias twisted, grabbed the wrist mid-motion, and slammed his elbow into the twin’s shoulder. The impact sent a dull crack through the building. The twin staggered back, his eyes widening behind the mask. In

After pondering it for sometime, Elias finally agreed to follow her. After all, he wanted answers more than anything else. He thought aloud. Aftrewards, they left the hospital quietly. As they walked, Vera talked A lot. She asked him about the mountains first, how long he stayed there, what kind of people trained him. Then she drifted into lighter questions. Where he grew up, about Vanessa. At first, Elias answered calmly, keeping his tone relaxed, almost casual but along the line, something felt off. She had already said Vanessa told her a lot about him. Yet here she was, digging again, rephrasing questions and circling back to things she should already know. At that point, it felt like confirmation than curiosity. Elias smiled faintly and said, lightly, “Didn’t you say Vanessa already told you a lot about me?” She laughed nervously. “She did,” she said. “But stories sound different when they come from the person themselves. I just want to know what the Crown Bearer is really lik

Truth was, the real boss of the Nightless City, whom Elias was looking for, who had placed a bounty on his head wasn't there in the city. But he had a second in command, who spoke for him when he didn’t want to show himself. Meanwhile, the person who had blackmailed Vera and had forced her into making a deal to lure Elias to the Nightless City wasn’t acting alone as well. He was just a henchman who works for the second in command and has been trusted enough to carry out the dirty works. The moment the murmurs reached a certain pitch, the henchman stepped forward, lifted his hand sharply, and said. “Take him.” His men moved immediately, grabbing Elias from both sides. Elias… didn’t resist. On seeing this, Vera's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened in shock. This wasn’t what she had expected. Vanessa had said a lot about Elias, about how brutal he was and how he never bends to any will, no matter how much they were. So when the men moved forward to grab him, She had ex

Elias and Vera had already exchanged enough glances and half-sentences to understand each other. However, the first henchman hadn’t caught up to that reality yet. He straightened, heaved his chest, his eyes burning with fury. “What do you think you’re doing?” he barked, his voice echoing through the alley. “Do you think this is a game? You’ve been talking like the world answers to you. Who the hell do you think you are? News flash, You’re surrounded, Crown Bearer. If I were you, I'd drop the theatrics and start begging.” A few of the onlookers nodded nervously, while others watched in silence, as the tension grew. But Elias didn’t raise his voice. “Yes,” he said calmly, almost lazily. “It will be a game.” He took one slow step forward. “A game where heads roll,” Elias continued, his eyes locking onto the henchman’s, “and where the floor is painted red with your blood and that of your men, unless you tell me who your boss is.” The alley went quiet. Suddenly, the henchman burst ou