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.

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

no need to push

there wasn't a trace of disdain left in

current strength-just a fraction of his true power-he shouldn't have been cornered by a girl from this so-called primitive world. But she had done

no denying it: this girl was

proper cultivation, she might even rival that one,

ignited in his gaze as he looked at her again, this time not with contempt, but

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

He hesitated.

in his hand. The moment it appeared, Raven could feel the weight rolling off it-ancient, regal,

need more than a second to know: this book was no

out as

dripped with subtle enchantment, deliberately laced with something that tugged at the edges

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remained

simply narrowed as she asked,

artifact passed down since the ancient age. There's a prophecy-it's said that whoever becomes its master

do?" "That," he

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