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?"

Vivienne suddenly unleashed her power, her body enveloped in an invisible force.

the energy radiating from her was no longer just a simple seventh-level supernatural ability but was imbued with a dark, ominous

her mind, suggesting that she could destroy

the crimson in Vivienne's

chillingly cold, "If it avenges Mr. Wolf, what does it

She didn't care.

mid-air under Vivienne's

over two centuries, her patience

power could she achieve immortality and

indeed in

waste time, Vivienne focused her dark energy, intent

powers to deflect the attack, smirking, "Not enough, far

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

eyes narrowed as she unleashed another powerful attack at Abigail, rescuing Richard

wouldn't let anything happen to

her intentions, wore

how powerful they were,

hostages were merely tools, useful

attracted Vivienne's attention while threatening Cecilia with

about to strike, a pain at her foot stopped her, "Monster, let go of

thanks to you that I managed to drug

intentional harm, but Abigail was not interested in her

Isolde, reassuring her, before

command, Vivienne knew she had to end

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