Chapter 808

Chapter 808:

And Aiden? His protection would prove worthless. Against these warriors who had surrendered their very souls to their mission, even the mighty man would fall.

“Destruction isn’t enough for you. I’ll annihilate everything you hold dear. Leah, Prescott, Costello… Every single person who dares call you friend will perish! Oh, and that orphanage…” A dangerous flame ignited in Wendy’s eyes as her blood-red lips twisted into something inhuman. “I’ll take down the orphanage.”

Buzz!

The sharp ring of a phone sliced through the courtyard’s heavy atmosphere.

Wendy’s expression shattered like glass. With trembling fingers, she retrieved her phone from her bag.

It was just a standard ringtone, yet the sound squeezed her heart in an iron grip.

Horror bloomed in her widening eyes. The maniacal confidence of moments ago evaporated, leaving her face a ghostly canvas.

“How is this possible?”

She stared at the caller ID—a number she’d believed would remain forever silent.

An otherworldly stillness descended upon the courtyard, broken only by the phone’s persistent buzz and Wendy’s ragged breathing.

With gritted teeth, she accepted the call.

“Wen.”

The deep voice resonated through her very being.

It was him.

It really was him.

There was no mistaking it. No one else in the world would call her that way.

“Master, you’re awake?”

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“It’s been a long time since I last heard your voice. Yet after all this time, why does fear still grip you when we speak?”

Wendy stood frozen, terror rendering her mute as tremors wracked her frame.

“Wen, do you miss me?”

“I-I do.”

The words tumbled from Wendy’s lips as she forced a brittle smile.

Gone was the cold, maniacal presence that had dominated the courtyard moments ago. Raw fear had stripped away her mask of power.

“Do you?” The voice crystallized into ice. “You’ve been wishing I’d just be gone, haven’t you?”

“No! That’s not true!”

“Wen, your past loyalty earns you forgiveness. But from this moment forward, Janice and Stephen are under your protection. Whatever grievances you harbor against them end here. Tonight.”

Wendy’s pupils constricted to pinpoints. Her grip on the phone tightened, her eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and fury.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“N-no.”

Blood seeped from Wendy’s gums as she clenched her jaw, yet still she painted on a smile.

“Tomorrow, you will seek Janice’s forgiveness. Should she deny you absolution, consider it your death sentence.”

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