Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1170

King hit the ground running, following the path Max's team had scouted earlier. The air was thick with the sounds of footsteps and explosions echoing all around. The higher he climbed, the darker his expression became. The madness of these people went beyond his wildest expectations. Time was running out. Border forces would soon arrive, and if they didn't retreat before that, they'd be clashing with multiple countries.

King spared no one who crossed his path, his resolve as solid as steel.

Another explosion thundered, and he instinctively dove for cover, feeling the ground quake beneath him. Paying no mind to those behind him, he pressed on towards his destination.

At the mountain's base, the two factions clashed. The organization's members fought with a desperation that bordered on madness, their eyes wild with the knowledge that this incident would draw international attention. Mr. Kenzo and Ms. Irene were right; this was their shot at making history.

Brainwashed to the core, the members followed Ms. Irene's orders without question. And Mr. Kenzo's as well.

Halfway up, King stopped dead in his tracks. He finally understood why the explosions were concentrated at the mountain's base-it was the perfect trigger for a landslide, a disaster far more terrifying than any attack. Even as the ground shifted beneath him, King's focus remained unshaken.

Reaching the summit, he found the compound in chaos, shaking on its foundations. Some had parachuted in, landing amidst a fierce battle with the organization's members.

King's only thought was to find Brielle. He searched every corner, even as the ground continued to tremble. If the landslide expanded, the entire area would be swept away, leaving no survivors.

was lost amidst the

way, wiping her blood-stained dagger on

around her, saw for the first time the extent of her

her face smeared with blood

skilled in combat himself, realized he had never

now on, don't leave my sight, or I'll be cross," she warned, the dagger in her hand an extension of

wiped the blood from

eyes with

threat but chose not to engage merely observing as he

a pillar, the ground beneath her beginning to shift.

grabbed her wrist,

helicopters battling overhead. Debris was falling and exploding upon impact, accelerating the landslide's

was

Do we go after Brielle or not?" she