Chapter 1752 Awakening in Adversity

“I understand.”

Yasmine nodded, and they took Emmanuel away.

Emmanuel woke up to find himself lying on a cold, unforgiving stone bed, swathed in layers of bandages that cocooned his body. His surroundings were dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an ancient, musty scent. His right hand throbbed with such intensity that it felt as though it might split open, sending waves of searing pain coursing through him.

“Awake at last, young sir?” came a gruff voice, as an unseemly figure leaned in, causing

Emmanuel to startle and swiftly straighten himself upright.

But then he exclaimed with fervor, “Blake! Is it truly you? You’ve survived?”

“Haha, I possess the aura of a protagonist; even death dares not claim me,” Blake remarked with a proud smirk, his confidence shining through like a beacon in the shadows of uncertainty.

Emmanuel chuckled, “What kind of deranged author would make an ugly guy like you the protagonist?”

“Oh damn, I saved your life, and you’re dissing me like this? Like the farmer and the snake!” Blake protested excitedly.

Emmanuel smiled and said, “Thanks.”

“Forget such trifles; gratitude from a man holds no sway over me. Should a woman express thanks, she might even offer herself as a reward. What do you possess in comparison? Nothing of consequence,” Blake declared nonchalantly, his gesture dismissive yet laden with an air of superiority.

moment, he watched Emmanuel attempt

Blake marveled at his resilience. Just moments ago he

patted Blake on the shoulder with a

me in a rebellion against the Airspace Group. What concern

laid was a

white snowflakes descending in a slow, graceful dance from the heavens above, each flakes a fleeting masterpiece in its own right. Amidst this serene spectacle, his wounds pulsed with an insistent ache, reminding him

“Claudette, I’m sorry.”

with determined resolve, holding back the searing agony that threatened to breach the barriers of his

this was the first time he had felt

He needed strength.

former life, this moment marked the first occasion he had encountered

what means might he aspire

path ahead remained obscured, shrouded in uncertainty, leaving him adrift

clarity that heedless actions were

large that his meridians,

his heart, Emmanuel knew he must uncover a more refined strategy to liberate Claudette, his beloved wife,

its descent, casting a golden hue over the landscape, he hastened his steps away from the central realm. The afternoon waned, yet his resolve remained resolute

way, his mood was extremely complex.

Dark Night Islands‘ chronicles, the Ophanim Clan stood as perennial adversaries to the dreaded Black Wolf Team. Emmanuel pondered this historical enmity as he weighed the formidable prowess of Falcon and Xan, whose strength matched his own. Yet, looming over his thoughts like an ominous shadow was the uncertainty surrounding Rhett’s power–an enigma

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