Rhys struck one attacker with a perfectly executed elbow strike, sending him stumbling backward. He took down another with a swift kick to the stomach, followed by a precise punch to the jaw.Despite their valiant efforts, the attackers were no match for Rhys’s upgraded skills. One by one, they fell to the ground, defeated and helpless.Finally, only one attacker remained, a towering figure with a cruel grin spreading across his face. He charged at Rhys with a fierce battle cry, but Rhys stood his ground, his eyes locked on the attacker’s face. With a swift and precise motion, Rhys delivered a devastating kick, striking the attacker’s chest and sending him crashing to the ground.The clearing was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the defeated attackers. Rhys stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion. He knew that he had been transformed by the starheart’s power, his martial arts skills upgraded to superhuman levels.As he looked around at the defeated attackers, Rhys fel
He felt that it was too soon for him to battle after absorbing the starheart but he did it anyway. As he sat there to meditate, Rhys felt a strange sensation wash over him. The starheart’s power, which had fueled his battle, was now fading away. With a burst of strength, Rhys stood up, his eyes locked on the woman’s defeated form. He knew he had won, but he also knew that this was far from over. The woman’s group would not take kindly to her defeat, and Rhys would have to be prepared to face them once again.Rhys soon realize that he was almost close to the edge of a cliff and as he looked out over the edge of the cliff, Rhys felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if something was calling out to him, beckoning him to come closer.But Rhys felt a sense of unease. The sensation was not quite right. It was too intense, too overpowering. He was about to turn around to leave, when a figure suddenly jumped out from behind him. Rhys tried to react, but it was too late. The figur
Lydia’s eyes widened in shock, her face reddening with anger. “What?!” she exclaimed, her voice shrill. “How could you even suggest such a thing, Harrison? Rhys is barely gone, and you’re already naming a new heir?”Christopher, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up, a smug smile spreading across his face. “Ah, come now, Lydia. Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just that someone has be the heir of the family.”Lydia’s eyes flashed with anger, and she snapped her fingers. In an instant, a group of masked men emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and silent. They restrained Christopher, holding him in place as Lydia’s anger boiled over.“How dare you speak to me like that?” she hissed, her voice low and deadly. “You’ll show some respect, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”Alessandro watched the scene unfold, his eyes narrowing in concern. He knew his wife’s temper, and he knew that Christopher’s rudeness had been a mistake.Harrison, the patriarch however, seemed unf
Harrison’s face was expressionless, but Christopher looked like he was enjoying the show. Alessandro’s eyes were narrowed in concern, but he said nothing. Atlas’s face reddened with anger, but he seemed to be enjoying the challenge. “We’ll see about that,” he sneered, before turning and storming out of the room.The meeting ended shortly after, with the family members going their separate ways. But the tension lingered, like a challenge thrown down. It was clear that Atlas was not going to give up easily, and that Elena’s refusal had only made him more determined.Elena was still fuming after the meeting. She couldn’t believe Atlas’s audacity, and she was determined to make it clear that she would never marry him. Lydia found her in the garden, pacing back and forth along the path. “Elena, calm down,” she said, trying to soothe her. “You don’t have to worry about Atlas. He’s not going to bother you again.”Elena stopped pacing and turned to Lydia. “You don’t understand, Lydia,” she sa
Jonathan’s anger boiled over as he held Elena close, his eyes fixed on Atlas’s form. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Atlas had always been a stupid opponent, but this was a new low. He had the guts to try to assault Elena.Just as he was about to release Elena and go after Atlas, a group of men appeared out of nowhere, their faces twisted in anger. They descended upon Atlas, their fists flying as they beat him mercilessly. Elena gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “Jonathan, stop them!” she cried.But Jonathan just stood there, his arms still wrapped around Elena, as he watched the scene unfold. He knew that Atlas had it coming, and he wasn’t about to intervene.The men beat Atlas until he lay motionless on the ground, his face a bloody mess. Then, they turned and left, leaving Atlas lying there. Jonathan finally released Elena, his eyes still fixed on Atlas’s prone form. “Let’s get out of here,” he growled.Elena’s heart was still racing as they walked away from the sce
The air in the room grew heavier, weighed down by the collective grief of the three individuals. Jonathan’s eyes, though red-rimmed, remained dry, but the anguish in them was palpable. Elena’s face, once a picture of strength, now crumpled like a fragile leaf, her eyes welling up with tears that refused to fall. Lydia’s gaze, vacant and lost, seemed to stare into the very soul of her sorrow, her lips trembling with unspoken words.The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of ragged breathing and the occasional sniffle. Time itself seemed to have slowed, stretching out the moments into an eternity of pain. In this moment, the three of them were united in their loss, bound together by the shared thread of their grief. They were three souls, in a sea of sorrow, clinging to each other for support, for comfort, for a sense of not being alone in their heartache.Jonathan’s eyes met Elena’s, and for an instant, they just stared at each other, the depth of their pain reflected
“We’ll always have each other,” Jonathan whispered, his voice filled with conviction as he glanced at Lydia and Elena. He realized that had to be strong for them both.Elena nodded, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. “And we’ll always have Rhys’s memory,” she added, her voice cracking.Lydia looked up, her eyes red-rimmed. “We’ll keep him alive in our hearts,” she whispered.In that moment, they found a glimmer of hope, a sense of purpose. They would rebuild their lives, together, and they would never forget the one they had lost.As they pulled back, Jonathan smiled, a small, sad smile. “We’ll get through this,” he repeated.Elena nodded, her eyes locked onto Lydia’s. “Together,” she replied.Lydia nodded, her face still etched with sorrow. “Always,” she whispered. Lydia’s voice broke the silence, her words gentle but firm. “Elena, I think it’s time for you to go back to the Topaz Mansion.”Elena’s eyes widened in protest as the words dawned on her. “I don’t know, Mother. I’m not
And then, just as quickly, they looked away, the silence between them growing thicker, more impenetrable. The evening air was heavy with unspoken words, with secrets and lies. But as they drove deeper into the darkness, they both knew that they would have to face the truth, no matter how painful it might be.As they arrived at the Topaz mansion, Elena turned to Jonathan with a grateful smile. “Thank you for driving me home,” she said, her voice sincere.Jonathan smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Anytime, Elena. Just be safe, okay?”Elena nodded, feeling a sense of reassurance with Jonathan’s words. She knew she could always count on him.Upon reaching the main entrance of the house, one of the bodyguards stepped forward. “Miss Elena, welcome back home.”“We is my grandfather?” She wanted to see her grandfather first, to inform him of Atlas deed.“The Patriarch has retired for the night, he insisted that no one comes to see him.”Elena let’s out a sigh, knowing that her