The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Chapter 149

As Raven's voice fell, a pale golden Starcard marked with the character for "Metal" appeared between her fingers, spinning in a slow, ominous arc.

The boy's expression changed in an instant. "Three Starcards?" he said, his voice sharp with disbelief. "Who are you... really?"

He had done his research before arriving. In this world, Starcard wielders were already rare-nearly nonexistent, even among the most powerful families.

Owning two was almost unheard of. But three?

How was that possible?

As the shock spread across his face, the golden "Metal" card seamlessly merged with the two Starcards Raven had already summoned.

In the next instant, the vine spell that had once quieted suddenly surged to life again-only now, it was no longer ordinary. The vines gleamed with a metallic sheen, their surface covered in glinting barbed thorns. They twisted toward him with terrifying speed, like living chains forged in gold.

The boy instinctively lashed out, sword slicing through the air-but this time, his blade barely left a mark.

His breathing caught. That strike, which could have sliced boulders in two, hadn't even done damage.

"I concede," he said at once, without the slightest hesitation.

if he fought to the death, he might be able to drag her down with him. But she wasn't his enemy. She was the one he'd hoped

was no need to push things

yet, as he looked at her now, there

cornered by a girl

denying it: this girl

with proper cultivation, she might even rival that one, the unparalleled genius fated to

gaze as he looked at her again, this time not with contempt,

didn't even blink. Her eyes were calm as ice as she said, "I already told you-I want

He hesitated.

a silver-purple tome materialized in his hand. The moment it appeared, Raven could feel the weight rolling off it-ancient, regal, and heavy as the

a second to

with me," the boy said, holding the book out

with subtle enchantment, deliberately laced with

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remained untouched,

narrowed as she asked, "What

his voice low and reverent. “An artifact passed down since the ancient age. There's a prophecy-it's said that whoever becomes its master is destined

soft chuckle. "Sounds impressive. What exactly does it do?" "That," he said with a

of his expectant gaze, Raven merely tilted her head and gave a quiet, mirthless