Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 410 I Will Not Fall For Your Tricks Again At that moment, the onlookers who had been initially captivated by the unfolding scene recoiled from Calista's imposing presence. Her aura, charged with a formidable energy, discouraged them from coming any closer.

It's probably for the best. We should keep our distance from her. She seems dangerous.

Unbeknownst to Calista, blood had been trailing behind her. She believed she had secured the bandage tightly enough, but in truth, it was poorly applied and ineffective.

Meanwhile, Kurt, resembling a wolf on the prowl, had picked up the scent of her blood and was trailing her relentlessly.

His reputation for surviving the most dire of situations was not unfounded. Having clawed his way out, Kurt had arrived at this location, propelled by a fearless and relentless determination. This pursuit continued despite Quintus and his men hot on his heels.

Anyone who laid eyes on Kurt, his appearance marred by blood, screamed in terror, quickly retreating to safety.

Kurt's underestimation of Calista and Horatio had led to a significant defeat earlier, fueling a ferocious rage within him. Now, unleashed and more beast than man, he was resolute in his mission to capture Calista and brutally torment her in front of Kallum.

After Kurt escaped Quintus and his squad, Calista sensed a disturbing presence and glanced back. Though her vision was blurred, the tangible aura of bloodlust and malice that Kurt exuded filled the air, sending a wave of dread through her.

What do I do if Kurt catches up to me?

Calista let out a chilling chuckle, her eyes swirling with dark, chaotic energy. Her lips, slightly curved, hinted at a deep-seated malevolence.

She recalled the four who had once pursued her relentlessly back in Lostaria, now reduced to nothing but bones and dust.

Her resolve was clear-anyone who dared touch her would meet a grim fate. I'll annihilate them all!

In the dimly lit alley, Kurt's nose twitched as he distinguished the sickly sweet scent of fresh blood from the stale, rusty smell that clung to his own wounded body. It was the scent of prey.

were searching for

crisp, rhythmic sound of his leather boots stepping on the bluestone echoed in the alley. Despite being soaked and wounded, Kurt's makeshift bandages held

dead end surprised him. Subconsciously, he attributed this to what Calista's foolishness. However, after witnessing the scene at the fishing yard, he couldn't

here and was likely weakened, Kurt's muscles still tensed, and he gripped his gun

in

was seated against the

face, obscuring her features from

her breathing was audible. His heartbeat accelerated

"Stand up!" he commanded.

Calista remained motionless.

his voice icy, "Do you really think I'd fall for your

Calista did not

if she had fainted from blood loss. His large frame tensed as

gunshot

However, due to Kurt's extreme caution, he dodged almost instantly, the bullet merely grazing his

Kurt was the most formidable adversary she had faced on

tightly gripped in his hand, and mercilessly pinned

fell to the ground. Kurt's eyes were bloodshot with a visceral hatred. "How dare you

and he furiously began to strangle her. Calista could almost hear the faint sound of her

kicking, but it was futile. In the vice-like clasp of Kurt's muscular arms, a dark premonition

her.