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?"

her power, her

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

she could destroy the world with just a thought,

by the crimson in Vivienne's eyes,

a mesmerizing shade of glassy blue, looked chillingly cold, "If it avenges Mr. Wolf, what does it

She didn't care.

under Vivienne's

waiting for over two centuries, her patience was

power could she achieve immortality and

indeed in her

her dark energy, intent on tearing Abigail to pieces for Mr.

anticipating this, used her own powers to deflect the attack, smirking, "Not

broke free from Vivienne's hold, capturing a few bystanders to leverage her

dark energy, then a few more should fully unleash your true power. Let's see what you're really capable of, Vivienne. Otherwise, how could

unleashed another powerful attack

happen to

reading her intentions,

weaknesses, no matter how powerful they were, they were

hostages were merely tools, useful only for

Vivienne's attention while threatening Cecilia with a deadly

her foot stopped

to you that I managed to drug your family and bring them here.

went pale as she denied any intentional harm,

Isolde, reassuring her, before turning her focus

at her command, Vivienne knew she had to

Cecilia's blood touched her hand, a thrill surged within her, awakening

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