Chapter 1357
“As long as there’s a trail, I don’t care what dark corner of the earth he’s hiding in. I will drag this rat out into the light and tear his Obsidian Sun network apart, piece by piece p>
Serena turned and walked out the door.
Nicholas watched her retreating figure, a profound emotion flashing through his eyes before his long legs carried him after her.
The three Lancaster brothers exchanged a glance, their eyes still swirling with cold, undiluted murderous rage.
They had completely upended the sinister trap set in Severia.
But everyone knew the truth.
This was far from over.
The real mastermind had used the chaos to cut his losses and slip away once again.
And what they had to do now p>
Was follow this trail relentlessly.
Track it straight to the true stronghold of the Obsidian Sun.
Hunt down The Overlord who cowered in the shadows, too terrified to even show his face.
And then.
They would drag him out into the bloody daylight.
Meanwhile.
Deep within the Severian tech center’s underground base.
The shrill blare of alarms continued to echo through the facility.
Debris and dust rained down from the ceiling as entire sections of the structure
began to collapse.
“Hurry! We’ve got survivors over here p>
“Bring the stretchers p>
“This corridor is caving in! Get them out now p>
Thirty Dragon-Thorn Operatives and the reinforcements dispatched by Elyndor were frantically digging through the rubble to save lives.
It was a literal race against death.
Some were hauling stretchers.
Others were battering down reinforced doors to reach the trapped victims.
A few sprinted through the flames, carrying salvaged data drives on their shoulders.
Others cleared the wreckage, screaming for the medical teams to prepare for immediate intake.
Some of the rescued victims were still conscious, their eyes hollow and utterly terrified, as if they couldn’t fathom that they were finally seeing the light of day again.
Others were comatose, their emaciated bodies covered in surgical tubing, reduced to little more than skin and bones.
For a tragic few, ‘alive’ was a generous term.
Half of their bodies had been
grotesquely mutated by the serums, their pulses so faint they threatened to stop at any second..net>
But even so.
The Dragon-Thorn Squad refused to leave a single soul behind.
As long as they drew breath.
They were pulled from the wreckage.
Outside the tech center, the perimeter was heavily lined with ambulances that Elyndor had stationed in advance.
A massive deployment of Elyndor’s elite medical experts and specialized
researchers stood by, fully mobilized.
The moment a stretcher hit the
pavement, medical personnel
Warmed it, initiating critical care
and life-support protocols,
The scene was chaotic, yet operated with militaristic precision.
Beyond the security barricades.
Mainstream journalists from across the globe had descended in a frenzy, their camera lenses locked on the unfolding rescue.
Wave after wave of victims were carried out of the subterranean hellhole by Elyndorian soldiers.
Until p>
The Dragon-Thorn Operatives rushed out of the tunnel with a new row of stretchers.
As the telephoto lenses zoomed in, capturing the skeletal, tube-riddled faces of the victims,
A tidal wave of absolute disbelief and horrified screams erupted through the crowd. “Wait, is that… is that p>
A foreign reporter’s voice cracked in shock, his eyes bulging. “That’s Professor Elton p>
That single shout sent the surrounding media into a rabid frenzy, all cameras instantly swiveling toward the stretcher.
It was a face that the international
academic community had publicly published an obituary for three years ago a man universally pronounced dead..
He was the absolute titan of Caldorian neurology.
Immediately after.
A second face.
A third.
A fourth p>
“Get a picture! That’s the United Realmon States quantum genetics expert who
supposedly died of a terminal illness p>
“And that’s Dovaria’s medical pioneer p>
“And p>