The Man’s Decree

Meanwhile, at Stormwind Sect, Emiliano was intubated all over, with a green liquid coursing through the tubes. In front of him was a glass vessel filled with the same green liquid, which continuously churned and boiled.

Emiliano knitted his brows, seemingly enduring immense pain.

His mother wore an anxious expression as she quietly observed from the side.
“Tucker, are you sure this is going to work? Mind you, he’s your son. If this fails and Emiliano’s life is in danger, I’ll not let you off!” she threatened while staring at Tucker.

“This technology is already well-developed, so don’t worry,” Tucker reassured her and stood before the glass vessel, where he gently bit his finger, allowing a few drops of his blood to drip into the green liquid.

Shockingly, he appeared visibly fatigued after the mere act of dripping a few drops of blood into the vessel.

As the green liquid continued to be infused into Emiliano’s body, he began to emanate a faint green glow while his aura started expanding.

Observing the scene unfolding before him, Tucker laughed. “Don’t worry, our son will undergo a complete transformation in less than ten hours!”

nodded in delight and embraced

moment, Garthor, who stood at Reflection Cliff, continued to be assailed by

stood behind him. His expression seemed to show how bad he felt from seeing the pain his son

you

his father, Garthor rose to his feet and inclined his head in response.

being ruthless. I made you come to Reflection Cliff because I want

brows furrowed as he asked in confusion, “What do you mean, Dad? To protect me from what? Are you suggesting that

questions. Remain at Reflection Cliff for now, and I’ll release you once you advance

aware that his mother has held a low opinion of me for years and that she wants Emiliano

heard his utterances, his countenance turned cold at once. “You are my son, the rightful successor to Stormwind Sect. Besides you, no one else is deserving of