Chapter 323: The Mysterious Woman And Her Loyal Followers In The Dimly Lit Chamber
As they united as one, a radiant light enveloped their bodies, and a tattoo materialized on each of their shoulders.
A flower blossomed on Rio's shoulder, mirroring the one he had with Lia, but this time, no oath was necessary for him to proclaim his love for Layla, and she didn't need to reciprocate with a similar vow.
It was as if they were always meant to be a couple, and they had simply activated the final switch that bound them together. It seemed that their souls had been created for one another, destined to be united in love throughout eternity and across countless lifetimes.
This divine recognition of their unwavering devotion to each other manifested in the form of heavenly blessings, acknowledging their destiny to be together.
Perhaps this was also the reason they were bound together in their childhood; even when Rio was separated from Layla due to being adopted by the old man, they still managed to find each other without knowing their parents had already chosen each other for them. The magic of their bond and the remarkable nature of their love story defied all odds and demonstrated the true power of their connection.
This miraculous event, unlike anything they had ever experienced, left Rio in awe. He realized that the bond he now shared with Layla resembled the connection he had once felt with Lia. Through this newfound connection, he could communicate with Layla and even sense her presence. Their love had been truly sanctified, and together they would forge a future filled with love and happiness.
Days turned into weeks, and the human world was taken by storm by the incredible revelation that the hero's child had returned. The story of the epic battle against the old man spread like wildfire, with those who had witnessed the event recounting their version of the tale.
They spoke of a seventeen-year-old boy, who had effortlessly defeated the notorious Ambrose Havenglow, who had kidnapped his own granddaughter. Soon after, it was announced that the young hero was none other than Amirah Havenglow's long-lost son.
Skeptics who initially refused to believe this miraculous tale found themselves facing the inescapable truth when it was revealed that Ambrose Havenglow had vanished without a trace following that fateful day. His disappearance only served to further cement the legitimacy of the remarkable story.
As the world continued to reel from this astounding revelation, questions surrounding Lily's identity began to emerge. That was when Aliyah stepped forward, revealing that it was Lily who had actually been adopted by Amirah Havenglow, and that Rio and Lily's marriage had been arranged by their parents long before.
The human world stood in awe of this incredible truth, as the pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place. The shockwaves from these revelations rippled through society, with countless people discussing and analyzing every aspect of the story.
Meanwhile, the Dhovrix race was equally astonished to discover that the hero's child had been found. As news of the young boy's identity spread, both the human and Dhovrix countries were busy speculating.
The world buzzed with the extraordinary tale of the hero's child, a story filled with intrigue, wonder, and destiny unfolded. As rumors and whispers spread like wildfire, a different scene was playing out in a dimly lit, secluded chamber.
In the darkness, the flickering light of a single candle danced on the walls, casting eerie shadows that seemed to come alive with every shift of the flame. The room was bathed in an unsettling atmosphere, as if a sinister force had taken residence within its confines.
Seated at a grand table, a mysterious woman sipped her wine, its crimson hue as deep and rich as blood. Her face was shrouded in darkness, her identity known only to a select few. She seemed to embody both elegance and danger, a powerful combination that commanded the respect and fear of those who served her.
Surrounding her, a group of men clad in black, their faces hidden behind masks, waited in silence for their orders. They were her loyal followers, willing to do her bidding without question.
The woman finally spoke, her voice low and sultry, yet cold and calculating. "Hmmm... everyone, it seems that the time has finally come for me to execute my next plan. The hero's child and his precious empress have basked in the sun for far too long. It's time to snuff out their light... permanently."
Her juicy, cherry-like lips curled into a lascivious smile, just the tip of the iceberg of her beauty. Her words were filled with venomous desire as she continued, "It's time we eliminate them both, once and for all."
The leader of the masked men stepped forward, his voice respectful and devoid of emotion. "Yes, Madame. We shall begin our preparations immediately."
As the men in black dispersed, the woman raised her wine glass to her lips, savoring the intoxicating taste of the liquid as if it were the blood of her beloved enemies. She loved them too much to let them live and reveled in the thought of their impending demise, a fitting end to the tale of the hero's child and his beautiful wife, who had wronged her.
The room grew colder as the candle's flame wavered, threatening to extinguish. Shadows danced and writhed on the walls, mirroring the dark intentions that resided within the hearts of those present.
The woman's laughter echoed throughout the chamber, a chilling sound that carried the promise of pain and suffering for her enemies.
"Hehehe..."
Her voice dripped with seductive charm, drawing in all who heard it. It was a sound that both terrified and seduced, promising both ecstasy and agony. Her giggles carried the hint of danger, each one sending shivers down the spine of those who heard them.
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