The Million-Dollar Heart

The members of the Nine Mystics Society had already arrived, and Thomas, along with his crew, had broken free from the clutches of the dark-cloaked adversaries. The remaining foes were left to the capable hands of the Emerald Mountain's senior brothers.

Not far off, the sky darkened ominously as a group of dark-cloaked figures appeared once more, their sights set determinedly on Vivienne.

The Nine Mystics Society positioned themselves in a defensive formation, ready for both attack and defense.

Vivienne, however, was fixated on the looming crowd ahead.

There, amidst them, was her true target.

A wave of energy morphed into existence from the air, aiming straight for her vitals.

Percival, ever vigilant, wrapped an arm around Vivienne's waist and dodged the assault with ease.

A woman in red, her figure shrouded in mystery and her face hidden behind a veil, appeared before Vivienne. Despite the disguise, Vivienne recognized her instantly. "Abigail!"

Vivienne's voice was firm, leaving no room for retort.

The woman chuckled behind her hand, her voice dripping with seduction, "Vivienne, we finally meet."

Vivienne scoffed, "Haven't we already met before?"

Ignoring her, the woman in red flicked her crimson nails, signaling the dark-cloaked figures, "Her powers are beneath you. Capture her for me. I want her to watch as her loved ones perish before her eyes."

With that, an attack was launched at Percival.

Hearing this, Vivienne's expression darkened.

She had guessed right; Abigail's vendetta was against Mr. Wolf.

Following her command, a dark-cloaked figure aimed a vicious blow at Vivienne.

Vivienne raised her hand in a mere gesture, and the assailant's power dispersed into the air, rendered useless.

Shocked, a raspy voice emerged from beneath the mask, "Your powers exceed the fifth rank?"

Vivienne smirked, "Fifth rank? That was me half a year ago."

spent in seclusion, her abilities had soared beyond the

power user was of no

Spirit Suppression Pill she had prepared for everyone upon receiving

to have his power extinguished

was a blow of

flying, blood

him no

be incapacitated by a single blow

were locked in intense

this formidable

Fair is fair.

stand toe-to-toe with Mr. Wolf, whose powers neared the tenth rank, Abigail's strength was indeed monstrous. A pity

would have been intrigued to bring her back to the lab

squinted, hurrying to Percival's side, ready

an arc in the air, her

"Vivienne, be careful."

safety, though Vivienne felt the near miss on her internal

"The Spirit Suppression Pill has

the tenth rank," Percival wiped a trace of

day. To have their celebration

lit up with a spark of intrigue,

plan. Though he had reached the heights of the tenth rank, facing a barrier-breaker like Abigail required endurance. But with Vivienne by his side, they could shorten

not even a barrage of bombs or a path of fire and brimstone,

Wolf, it's been

at their resolve, "Thinking you can

flicked her fingertips, sending a flurry of

of her head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics as child's play, "Such naive tricks

your death can I truly savor this divine feast bestowed upon me by the heavens." Percival's eyes glinted

with Abigail, he stood unyielding, "A person of limited talent dares to

even greater ferocity, clearly agitated, "What does

obscured beauty and her natural aptitude for

it not been for her method of absorbing others' strengths, she couldn't have even dreamt of