965: 328.
Shocking!
Turns out the young lady is just a backup option!
– [4/15] 965: 328.
Shocking!
Turns out the young lady is just a backup option!
– [4/15] (For “starsfalling” added update [4/5])
Phemys knew she had fallen for her enemy’s trap.
She was aware that she was stepping into danger, but she had no choice but to go.
The information, sent by that elusive figure into her Perception, was now threatening her with the Seed of Life within her body, claiming that if she did not keep the appointnt, the destruction of Crimson Castle would be wrought by Phemys’ very own hands.
Then there was the information about the Vampire Divine Abomination crafted by Salockdale…
These two matters perfectly struck the most vulnerable parts of the young lady’s heart, which were also her greatest worries since the start of her new life.
She was no longer afraid of the troubles her ugly past might bring upon her, as she did not wish to drag the family, which had reaccepted her, into difficulty because of herself.
As one of the high-ranking mbers of the Blood Vulture Clan, no one understood better than Phemys the tricky situation Cui Si and Murphy were facing at the mont.
She might find it hard to be part of the solution, but she did not want to beco a new problem.
However, as a Psychic Master, Phemys was not reckless.
On her way to the location guided by Spiritual Energy, she did not forget to send a ssage to Cui Si using the Calculating Pearl.
In the event of a real ergency, only soone like Cui Si, a Spiritual Overlord, could arrive in the shortest ti to provide support.
But what could Cui Si be doing right now?
Sending the ssage without getting a response?
That made Phemys’ heart sink.
Could it be that there was also trouble on Cui Si’s end?
But at this mont, she couldn’t afford to think further.
Below a secluded hill, just a kiloter away from where the rchant caravan had been attacked, the young lady sensed the midnight enchantnt erected ahead.
This must have been where the Wolf Poison ambushers previously hid.
And what exerted imnse pressure on Phemys was that the enchantnt before her, both in scale and the efficiency with which the Spiritual Energy flowed, was far superior to any Art System she had used before.
In other words, the opponent also had a Psychic Master, and their academic attainnt was much higher than hers.
“Co in and talk, my dear child,” said a woman’s voice.
As Phemys hesitated, the voice was gentle, laced with a hint of laziness, and struck her heart like a bolt of lightning, tearing through layers of fog.
Piercing through those mories, true or false, it revealed the fragnts in the deepest part of Phemys’ soul that she had been forced to forget.
It was that voice!
She would not forget that familiar, unique sensation.
That was the voice of her mother, which had always accompanied her since she was a child.
Phemys took a deep breath.
She knew she had encountered the very person she was seeking; all the questions hidden in her heart might find their answers tonight.
So she cautiously cast a Shield spell on herself before stepping into the midnight enchantnt ahead.
What appeared before her was a camp.
The silent Blood Servants, exuding an ascetic vibe, were now busy clearing the decorations of the camp, in a bustling posture of evacuation, but on the periphery of the camp stood several cages, within which a few tortured Vampires hung on to their last breaths.
In front of the only tent still intact, a chair and a small round table, such as those used for afternoon tea by ladies, were placed perfectly.
Two chairs, one before the other, and a mature lady dressed in a white gown held a cup of tea, as if waiting for her guest to arrive.
Phemys felt she had never seen that face before; scouring every corner of her riddled mory, she found no trace related to her, but the truth was that upon seeing this woman, she was certain this was her mother.
The vibration of the soul cannot be feigned.
This was the legendary Mrs.
Cecilia, Salockdale’s human concubine and the dangerous person who single-handedly orchestrated the destruction of Cardman City.
She was no longer human.
From her excessively pale skin and the blood light flickering in her eyes, it was clear the lady had taken the irreversible path of the Vampire, and the ancient blood she served likely originated from Duke Wolfsbane, Old Edward.
She had beco the “new star” of the Wolf Poison Clan and with the Blood Vulture Rebels she led as the foundation, established a powerful faction within the Wolf Poison Clan.
They replaced Grey Claw and called themselves “Wolf Vulture,” a na filled with points of ridicule on various levels.
“You’ve grown up, my daughter,” said Mrs.
Cecilia with a smile when she saw Phemys standing frozen in place.
She put down her teacup and with a face filled with tender maternity, looked at her daughter who had blossod beautifully.
She smiled and said,
“What are you doing standing there foolishly?
Won’t you co over and talk to your poor mother, before the annoying Scarlet Witch arrives and makes a ss.
We don’t have much ti left.
You see, Phemys, your mother did not need to appear here, but I still took the ti out of this dangerous juncture.
Just so I wouldn’t miss the chance to be reunited with my daughter.”
“Your Posture is impeccable, like a more mature version of , yet, I cannot see any sincerity in your actions and Posture!” the young lady rebuked unsparingly,
“rely a Star Realm Projection…
You keep saying you won’t hold anything back from , but you don’t even dare to co to the land of your hotown in person?”
“Ah, I thought you could understand your poor mother’s dilemma,” Mrs.
Cecilia replied with a look of helplessness and sorrow as she faced Phemys’s rebuke.
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