Chapter 70
Author: Tomo Dachii
last update2025-08-05 21:06:35

"The vessel that measly guardian created with the relics is developing exceptionally fast even after absorbing three of them," Auraeus's voice, a chilling echo, resonated in Aurora’s mind. "I wonder how he'll do when he eventually goes against you."

Aurora opened her scarlet eyes, her stare just as piercing as a needle. She reclined on her throne, a posture of languid power, an elbow resting on its arm, her chin lightly propped on her hand. Her long, silky dark hair spilled around her, a midnight cascade against the rich fabric of the chair. The faint glow of a lone oil lamp traced the sharp planes of her face, revealing an unsettling blankness in her expression, a stillness that transcended mere calm.

"Looks like you can now share your presence across multiple places at a time," she stated, her cold voice echoing back in her own mind.

"A little progress, but it's better than residing in the emptiness of those relics that damned brat sealed me in," Auraeus replied with a mental purr.
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  • Chapter 70

    "The vessel that measly guardian created with the relics is developing exceptionally fast even after absorbing three of them," Auraeus's voice, a chilling echo, resonated in Aurora’s mind. "I wonder how he'll do when he eventually goes against you."Aurora opened her scarlet eyes, her stare just as piercing as a needle. She reclined on her throne, a posture of languid power, an elbow resting on its arm, her chin lightly propped on her hand. Her long, silky dark hair spilled around her, a midnight cascade against the rich fabric of the chair. The faint glow of a lone oil lamp traced the sharp planes of her face, revealing an unsettling blankness in her expression, a stillness that transcended mere calm."Looks like you can now share your presence across multiple places at a time," she stated, her cold voice echoing back in her own mind."A little progress, but it's better than residing in the emptiness of those relics that damned brat sealed me in," Auraeus replied with a mental purr.

  • Chapter 69

    At the far edge of the colossal tree, Palmer sat, taking in the gentle warmth of the breeze across his skin. His eyes gazed at the beautiful serenity of the landscape, but his mind was elsewhere, his face etched with worries. Then, faint footsteps, rustling the leaves, broke the stillness. "Beautiful view, isn't it?" A voice, soft as the wind, drifted in. The figure stood beside him, holding a basket. Palmer glanced to where the warm voice came from and saw Mrs. Enoshita standing with a straw hat on her head and a warm smile. Her long, silky black hair waved in the breeze, and her distinct Asian eyes held a deep, calming serenity. He wondered how someone like her could have endured such dark times and still retain such a genuinely healthy smile. "Hmm," he murmured, and continued to gaze at the scenes before him. "You... you're a Vampire, right?" she inquired, her gaze steady as Palmer's surprise became palpable. "I mean, your hair—it's clearly natural, but the color and texture

  • Chapter 68

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  • Chapter 67

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  • Chapter 66

    Evening sunlight, filtered and warm, steeped Alistair's quarters in the muted hues of sunset. Yet, the noble skinwalker felt none of its peace, Garghat's words still clinging to his mind like a persistent burr. His eyes narrowed, a predatory glint in their depths as long-dormant memories stirred. A towering silhouette, a figure whose glistening silver hair seemed to ripple with unseen wind, eyes like twin seared rubies. A presence so immense it made every noble supernatural instinctively realise that they love their lives. This was The Hero. Behind him stood his six children, the original Holy Knights, all bearing the same formidable features. This was the Dawn Era, the day the supernaturals faced utter defeat at the hands of humans, pushed to the very brink of extinction. Then, a chilling thought struck him. Aurora... she vanished for a time, only to return wielding overwhelming power after being chosen by Auraeus himself. It should be impossible, he mused, leaning bac

  • Chapter 65

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