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Chapter 114
Hera’s reply came almost instantly: “What’s wrong?”
Skadi’s fingers trembled as she recorded a voice message. “Your boyfriend is… a golden-amulet master!”
Hera typed back, “What does that mean?”
Skadi exhaled shakily. “It means he’s unbelievably powerful. Even Father Cillian of the Quiet Winds Church bows when he meets Nash!”
“Seriously?”
“Yes—I saw it myself!”
Watching his granddaughter chatter away, Zakariah forced a melancholic smile and banished his matchmaking schemes from his mind.
Across the hall, Stellar knelt beside the warden’s still form and wept with relief.
At that moment, Nash’s brush slipped, and a blob of red ink blossomed across the parchment. Brian leaned forward, concern in his voice: “Grandmaster… are you all right?”
Stellar looked up. “I sense a murderous intent nearby!”
Nash balled the paper and tossed it into the fire-lit grate. He drew a fresh sheet from the stack.
“Finish your sketch,” Stellar urged. “We’ll handle anything outside. No one is getting in as long as I live.” He hefted his pistol and strode out.
By mid-afternoon, the sky had blackened ominously, as though anticipating a storm far greater than rain.
“Stay inside, Skadi,” Zakariah called, locking the door behind him. “It’s not safe out here.”
Howard, Walter, and Sheldon lingered at the threshold, whispering among themselves before dismissing their own reinforcements. They would not risk their lives if the warden could not be saved.
Suddenly, thunder boomed and lightning split the sky. Sheets of rain turned the drive into a river, while power lines sparked and died. The Zell estate fell into darkness, save for the intermittent glare of storms.
From the soggy courtyard, a figure in black emerged, sword drawn and poised to strike Henderson. Unprepared, Henderson froze.
Cillian sprang forward. With a swift twirl of his horsetail whisk, he trapped the straight-edged blade in its silken hairs, then shoved the assailant so hard they skidded across the wet flagstones and vanished into the storm.
“Terranova ninja technique,” Cillian murmured, fingertips pressing together. He released, and dozens of talismanic papers erupted into flame on his sleeves, casting flickering light over the grounds.
From the mansion’s walls, thirty more figures in black leapt down, knives gleaming in the storm’s strobe. Every martial-arts expert and priest among the Zell guards rallied to defend the warden. Yet these intruders matched grandmasters in skill. In an instant, twelve defenders fell, their throats slit before they could react.
Stellar, Henderson, Grant, and Joseph watched in horror. They had thought their combined forces—fierce martial artists and red-robed priests—would be enough.
A chilling voice cut through the rain: “Kill anyone you see.”
The Terranova ninjas advanced without mercy. Cillian and Lloyd charged into the courtyard, felling over twenty attackers with coordinated strikes.
Elsewhere, a black-clad killer lunged at Stellar. The blade hovered inches from his chest before George swooped in, delivering a bone-shattering kick that fractured the assailant’s wrist. Janson leapt into the fray, sending two more ninjas flying with a single, thunderous blow.
The storm raged on, but the battle for the Zell estate had only just begun.