After feeling enough time had passed, Modret finally stopped the flames erupting from his hand and stared at the result of his attack.

To his surprise, there was nothing left of the lady.

His eyes widened in shock.

Crash!

He heard a loud crash and turned to see that the towering zombie, which had previously been under the lady's control, had landed with a thud.

Within a few more breaths, it began dissolving into sand, and so did the other zombies in the surroundings.

'I… did it?'

Modret was startled, not believing it could be so easy to deal with a Purple Mask assassin.

'I… did it! Finally…' After waiting for a long while and sensing no danger or sneak attack, Modret finally laughed wildly.

He had truly done it.

He had finally gotten a small piece of revenge on the Illuminati.

For years, the Illuminati had hunted Modret, always forcing him to be on the bitter end of every fight.

But now?

He had finally killed someone from the Illuminati!

'And this is only the start! I will kill many more…' Modret's excitement bubbled over as he turned toward the remaining group of Awakened.

Now they only numbered roughly seven, and Modret noticed the way they looked at him was… different.

"You… you had enough strength to deal with these creatures before killing off the lady… but you left everyone to die!"

Another man gritted his teeth and cursed at Modret.

"You fucking bastard! You're responsible for all the deaths here!"

Modret's face darkened.

He understood they were grieving and would've been fine with them venting their anger on him, but bastard?

Insulting his mother? That was crossing the line.

Modret's terrifyingly dark gaze swept through the group, and before they could realize what was happening, black flames erupted violently, turning them all to ash.

Seeing that no one was left alive, Modret shrugged nonchalantly, then rushed back in the direction of the destroyed inn.

With a few strides, he crossed the deserted streets and soon reached it.

To think that just a day ago the whole city had been bustling with life, and today, he couldn't hear any noise or sense any trace of it.

'Life is truly fleeting…' Modret lamented with a sigh before finally reaching the thick car where he had placed the little girl.

She was still soundly sleeping. However, Modret's gaze shifted to something else.

Axel.

The youth stood there quietly, staring at the ruins with a neutral expression.

Modret could tell that Axel was going through a storm of emotions.

He let out a breath, then walked over to him. "Axel…"

"It's… alright, young master." Axel forced a smile, but Modret could still sense his downcast mood.

"Perhaps she wasn't in the city when all this happened," Modret tried to console him, but he could tell it wasn't working.

He patted Axel's back, then walked over to Angel's location.

Tearing open the car, he picked the little girl up gently in his arms and flew away.

His next destination was the place they had come from, he needed to retrieve his mother's scarf.

Meanwhile, Axel remained standing there for a long while before phantom wings erupted from his back and he took off as well, following closely behind Modret.

An hour after they had left, a loud shout echoed before a lady rushed toward the inn, her hair disheveled and her face filled with fear and panic.

She reached the inn, saw the destroyed remains, and immediately broke down into sobs, scrambling to search for her sister.

"Angel? Angel!!! What the fuck happened while I was only gone for barely a few hours???"

Celine's eyes were filled with fury as she frantically shouted her sister's name.

…

Meanwhile, at the center of the city…

There was complete silence for a long while before an old man with a walking stick stepped into view.

He walked calmly through the ruins, though a closer look at his face revealed a deep sadness.

After walking for what seemed like a long time, he finally reached a certain spot.

He gently tapped his walking stick on the ground, causing the area to ripple with an ethereal light.

The next instant, it was as though time itself was reversing, forming into the figure of a lady.

The moment she fully reappeared, she fell to the ground, her beautiful face streaked with tears.

"Master… I just wanted to have some fun… didn't expect to be killed."

Her voice trembled with pain and anguish as she cried into the old man's arms.

The old man's gentle face was filled with warmth as he stroked her head.

"There, there, my child. It's just a minor thing. Don't be too hard on yourself…"

Hearing him speak only made the lady cry harder.

It took a long time before she finally calmed down.

"Come, I can sense someone in need of our help," the old man said softly, then tapped his cane on the ground and began walking toward the edge of the city.

After several minutes, they arrived at the inn.

There lay a lady, weak, pale, almost lifeless. The way she gazed at them was filled with exhaustion, as though she hadn't eaten in days.

"Have… you… seen my… sister?" she whispered weakly the moment they approached.

The old man stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

"I don't know where your sister is… but I can show you a way to find her. And if she's dead… bring her back to life."

The lady fell silent, her lifeless eyes fixed on the old man's outstretched hand.

"Can one truly be brought back from the dead?"

"This is a miraculous world of abilities. With abilities, anything is possible."

"Can more than one person be brought back from the dead? My sister… she would love it if I brought our parents back too…"

The old man's warm smile deepened, and for the first time, Celine felt safe around someone.

"Of course. With the right abilities, the restrictions of life and death can be nullified."

"Then… please show me… the way." Celine managed to reach toward the man's hand.

"Welcome to the Illuminati, where all your dreams can be realized."

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