The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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."

the time she spent in seclusion, her

was of no concern to

upon receiving that message, the outcome of today's battle was still

attacked again, only to have his power extinguished

was a blow of full force from

sent flying, blood spewing from

spared him no second

a single blow was somewhat

Abigail were locked in

attention to this formidable adversary who had eluded her for so

Fair is fair.

toe-to-toe with Mr. Wolf, whose powers neared the tenth rank,

have been intrigued to bring her back

hurrying to Percival's

arc in the air, her gaze

"Vivienne, be careful."

to safety, though Vivienne felt the near miss on her

"The Spirit Suppression Pill

tenth rank," Percival wiped a trace of blood from his lip, his

supposed to be their wedding day. To have their celebration interrupted was

with a spark of intrigue, "Mr. Wolf, remember the

catching onto Vivienne's plan. Though he had reached the heights of the tenth rank, facing a barrier-breaker like Abigail required endurance. But with

barrage of bombs or a path of fire and brimstone, could stop

lips curved, "Mr. Wolf, it's been a while since

resolve, "Thinking you can stop me?

ignored her, her gaze darkening as she flicked her fingertips, sending a flurry of silver

dodged with a mere tilt of her head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics as child's play, "Such

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

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

greater ferocity, clearly agitated, "What does it matter? Once you're dead, your

greatest insecurities were her obscured beauty and

others' strengths, she couldn't have even dreamt of reaching

irrelevant. As long as she killed enough power users, their abilities would effortlessly become