In that place, it felt almost familiar to her.

It was where Abigail had stashed her gold years ago.

Vivienne found herself standing in the basement, as Leopold kicked the door open with a forceful thrust.

A glint passed through Abigail's eyes as she clapped her hands together, "Right on time, not a minute late."

"Too bad, your knight in shining armor didn't make it in time to save you."

Vivienne's eyes flashed coldly, "What did you say?"

Abigail tossed a body to the ground with disdain, as if discarding trash.

Vivienne watched in horror as Mr. Wolf lay lifeless before her, his vitality seemingly drained away.

She knelt down, covering him with her coat, caressed his face gently, and placed a pill in his mouth.

Handing him over to Leopold.

Leopold was stunned, his mouth agape, unsure of how to proceed as there wasn't a single unmarred spot on Percival's body.

Disbelief filled his eyes as he glared at Abigail, "You witch, what have you done to Percival?"

Abigail's gaze was filled with disdain, "I simply took advantage of his dying moments to drain his supernatural energy. It's his own fault for being so weak. Such a waste of a good power..." "Who are you calling weak?"

unleashed her power, her body enveloped in an invisible

her, the energy radiating from her was no longer just a simple seventh-level supernatural ability but was imbued with a dark,

voice whispered in her mind, suggesting that she could destroy

in Vivienne's eyes, "Vivienne, stop!

now a mesmerizing shade of glassy blue, looked chillingly cold, "If

She didn't care.

mid-air under Vivienne's control, was

over two centuries, her patience was

power could she achieve immortality and

indeed in her

wanting to waste time, Vivienne focused her dark energy, intent

own powers to deflect the

Vivienne's hold,

few more should fully unleash your true power. Let's see what you're really

another powerful attack at Abigail, rescuing Richard

anything happen to the

reading her intentions, wore a

matter how powerful they were, they were just puppets

hostages were merely tools, useful

a decoy, she attracted Vivienne's attention while threatening Cecilia

a pain at her foot stopped

thanks to you that I

face went pale as she denied any intentional harm, but Abigail was not interested in her

Isolde, reassuring her, before turning her

Vivienne knew she had

hand, a thrill surged within her, awakening

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