Chapter 405: Frostfire
The forest is burning, hell is flowing, the Sea of Knowledge is boiling, and the Golden Flow is drying up… The fortress garden, built with the endless wealth of Belldate, has turned into a lackluster firework.
Yvaren leaned against the railing of the front garden, gazing at the standoff below. The moment Qenna captured Annan, the Pact with the Funeral Firm was completely dissolved—she was a shelter, not a protector.
The Funeral Firm no longer needed to gather 6000 bell points, and she had no responsibilities towards it.
A very profitable deal indeed. The seeds of domination were silently planted in five Sanctuary sorcerers and sixty-three elite sorcerers, and all she paid was millions worth of assets and a few newly made friends.
She actually liked them.
Banjeet was an ageless youth, mature and steady under his youthful appearance, with azure hair similar to Yvaren’s, making her feel a sense of kinship when with him;
Lise was as beautiful as Yvaren herself had been in her childhood, with white hair as smooth as silk and cheeks as tender as eggs, so cute that one couldn’t resist the urge to take a bite;
Harvey, though odd in character and dark in complexion, exuded a whirlpool-like aura of destruction, as if he would drag everything around him into madness. She really wanted to observe his end up close;
Ashe—Yvaren couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him. It was hard to describe him with a few labels; she only knew that being with him was interesting. If Harvey was a vortex of destruction, Ashe was the opposite. She wondered why they could stay together… If possible, Yvaren really wanted to keep him around.