“Octavion… how could you just die like that? Your death… it was so senseless…” Quenric suddenly broke into sobs.

His wails of grief echoed through the halls, carrying an anguish so raw that nearly everyone in the Tenth Hall could hear his sorrow.

Tennyson glared at Quenric, his expression dark with fury, yet he held his tongue.

After a while, Quenric pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his eyes. Whether his tears had been genuine or not remained uncertain.

“My Lord, Jared truly deserves to die-we must avenge Octavion!” Quenric exclaimed, hastily wiping his face.

“Of course,” Tennyson said, his voice like ice. “I want you to avenge Octavion immediately. You must eliminate Jared.”

“Me?” Quenric’s eyes widened in shock. He quickly waved his hands in protest. “No, no, that won’t do. My strength is on par with Octavion’s. If he was killed, wouldn’t sending me be a suicide mission?”

crystals,” Tennyson said, his gaze dark and unyielding. “This is not a

mouth opening as if to protest, but upon meeting Tennyson’s piercing stare, he knew

his retreating

the man-to question

behind. Though his frame was thin and his presence unassuming, his eyes gleamed with an

the old man asked in a hushed tone. “Such an act is a betrayal of the Celestial Palace. If we report this, Tennyson will

snapped, his eyes flashing

The elder’s face

it almost impossible

truly be so ruthless as to send his

Octavion’s lamp

our time in the Tenth Hall, waiting for the right opportunity,” the elder replied, a hint of disappointment in

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