Chapter 19: Reunion
"My lord…"
Micah wiped the sweat from his brow, hands still trembling—completely shaken.
It wasn't the destruction of half the manor that had unnerved him, though the sight of the cleanly severed structure still smoking in the moonlight was impressive enough.
No.
It was the fact that killing intent had been wielded like an element—pure, refined, controlled.
A force most cultivators spent lifetimes mastering, reduced to a tool in the hands of someone who claimed to have no mana at all.
My master is a genius.
From everything Micah knew—centuries of observation, battles against gods and monsters—no one his age should be capable of such mastery.
A soft glow gathered behind him—gentle, warm, familiar.
Helga manifested—beautiful as ever, her form translucent yet radiant, silver hair flowing like moonlight on water.
"Helga…"
