Chapter 82: The Puppet Prince
The Rank One Apex Villa was entirely silent.
Inside Draven's bedroom, the curtains were drawn tight, sealing the room in absolute darkness. On the hardwood floor lay the perfectly preserved corpse of Neville Hennessey.
The golden boy's skin was pale, and his chest was stained with the dried blood from the fateful day he was ambushed by the Abyss.
Draven stood over the dead Hero. In his hand, the Sovereign's Soul Stone pulsed with a faint, ancient crimson light.
'A hyper-intelligent soul adjusting to an S-Rank vessel,' Draven analyzed coldly.
'Let's see just how perfect this mimicry truly is.'
Draven knelt beside the body. He didn't hesitate. He pressed the jagged black crystal directly against the center of Neville's chest.
SHCK!
The stone sank into the dead flesh as if the body were made of water.
For a single terrifying second, a web of pitch-black, demonic veins exploded across Neville's pale skin.
