The Vaelcryx sensed the Commotion outside, but this time the disturbance wasn’t strongest at the entrance. It was coming from the roof top. The Vaelcryx moved to the rooftop without hesitation. As soon as it emerged, it acted. Two bolts of lightning tore from its body and cut through the air with precision, striking Christopher’s soldiers before they could react. The force split through them cleanly, dropping their bodies into halves. Their blood spilled , spreading across the rooftop. Draven’s soldiers faltered for a brief second at the sight, caught off guard by the sudden intervention. The attack had come faster than they had expected, but their training held them in place. They remained steady, their formation intact, even as they tried to process what had just happened. The Vaelcryx had already turned its attention upward. The aircraft above remained invisible to human eyes, its stealth intact, but it stood out clearly to the Vaelcryx. The Vaelcryx reached out

Draven rested his head on Anna’s arm. His eyes slid shut as her memories crashed into him—relentless, consuming. Outside the hall, Kylen wept in silence. “Just when we finally found her…” he muttered. His head remained bowed, grief settling deep in his chest. “How will we break this to Abigail?” he whispered, tears spilling freely. “I’ve not known Miss Anna for long, but I’ve known Sir enough to understand how much he loves her,” he added, his voice thick with emotion. Kylen pulled out his comm. “How is Miss Abigail doing?” he asked, forcing his tone to stay steady. The message carried through every soldier’s earpiece. The one standing before Abigail replied, “She’s okay, but a bit anxious.” “Is that my dad? I want to talk to him,” Abigail said, stepping forward. On the other end, Kylen exhaled slowly at the sound of her voice. “No, it’s not Sir. It’s Sir Kylen,” the soldier answered. “Even so, please let me speak with him,” Abigail said, holding out her hand. “Give it to

“Dad, is something wrong?” Abigail asked, her voice filled with concern as she gazed into his eyes.“Your eyes… they are burning dark blue,” she muttered, unable to look away.“Nothing is wrong, princess,” Draven replied, his gaze fixed firmly on hers.Abigail shook her head slightly and wiped her face with her palm.“There is this strange feeling in my heart, and I don’t understand it,” she said softly, rubbing her chest as though trying to calm whatever stirred within her.Draven did not respond. Instead, his gaze shifted slowly to Dominic.“What now?!” Dominic growled, his voice filled with defiance and arrogance.“Kylen!” Draven’s voice thundered across the entire villa, shaking the ground beneath them with its force.At the gate, Kylen froze as he heard Draven's voice.“Sir?” he muttered, startled by the intensity.“Do not take your eyes off him. I will be back,” Kylen said quickly to the soldiers surrounding Christopher’s assistant, who remained tied to the tree.Without wastin

Christopher’s eyes stretched wide in shock as the words echoed in his head, refusing to settle. His breathing grew uneven as disbelief twisted his expression. Slowly, he turned his gaze to Margaret, searching her face for any sign that what he had just heard was not true.“What did he just say!!!” he yelled, his voice tearing violently through the courtyard.Margaret lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze. Blood flowed endlessly down her face, thick and dark, trailing from her ruined eye socket and soaking into her dress before dripping onto the marble floor beneath her knees.“Hey, old man!!” Dominic roared, his voice strained with fury as he struggled against the ropes binding him.Christopher ignored him completely. His attention remained fixed on Margaret, sharp and demanding.“Answer me!!!” he thundered again.Draven’s smirk curled slightly. “She truly is his mother, after all,” he muttered under his breath.“Get me down to my mother!!” Dominic barked, his body straining forw

The live recording of Margaret’s and Christopher’s persecution was all over the headlines. Every citizen, every single member of the presidential chamber saw the headlines.“Prime Minister Kole, you said you already had the executive media social unit handle this, so why is this still on the headlines?” one of the chamber members exclaimed.“Do you know what a shame this is to our country? Our own president and first lady being prosecuted by a supposed citizen?” another said, his eyes widening as he shifted his gaze back to the TV screen.Prime Minister Kole sat at the crown of the table. His expression was calm, far too calm for a situation like this. He gazed at the chamber members, holding no warmth, or at least no expression they could read.He cleared his throat slightly, his hand moved to his tie, adjusting it briefly.“So?” he said, his voice echoing through the room. “Our president is being prosecuted, and so? Did he think of this before going ahead to harm that man’s family?”