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."

her

fifth-rank power user was

for everyone upon receiving that message, the outcome of

assailant attacked again, only to have his power extinguished mid-transformation

a blow of full force from the

was sent flying, blood spewing from his

him no

incapacitated by a single blow was somewhat

Percival and Abigail were locked in intense

her full attention to this formidable adversary who had eluded her for so

Fair is fair.

rank, Abigail's strength was indeed monstrous.

her back to

surrounding energy waves intensified suddenly. Vivienne squinted, hurrying to Percival's side, ready to

an arc

"Vivienne, be careful."

who pulled her to safety, though Vivienne felt the near

"The Spirit Suppression Pill has lost

Percival wiped a trace of blood from

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

spark of intrigue,

plan. Though he had reached the heights of the tenth rank, facing a barrier-breaker like Abigail required endurance. But with Vivienne by his side, they could shorten

or a path of fire and brimstone, could stop

it's been a while since we fought

resolve, "Thinking you can

she flicked her fingertips, sending a flurry

woman in red dodged with a mere tilt of her head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics as child's play, "Such naive tricks

a fierce palm strike at Percival, her tone full of arrogant certainty, "Only with your death can I truly savor this divine feast bestowed upon me by the heavens." Percival's eyes glinted with a merciless chill, his aura

he stood unyielding, "A person of limited talent dares to boast such

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

greatest insecurities were her obscured beauty

absorbing others' strengths, she couldn't have even dreamt of reaching the realm of internal

killed enough power users, their abilities would effortlessly become