Chapter 691: A Cruel Misunderstanding
How horrible, how disgusting, how... sad.
Adam’s last finger trembled on its way down, eventually halting. His stern expression, his anger—they all collapsed, washed by the miserable girl’s genuine plea. It cut through his already aching heart like a frozen blade, awakening memories he did not want to remember. Yet, they flashed before his eyes.
Misha’s original mangled form, an unholy mix of a cheetah, her beloved horse, a wolf, and an ape, appeared first. Then the madness followed. The aberrations of the underground lab unravelled one after another, each more disturbing than the last, each the result of gruesome experiences and countless deaths.
Suffocating laughter reverberated through his mind, the madness chilling his blood. An old silhouette turned into a hulking, twelve-winged monster before he culled him and sealed his soul.
Yet, even after Ignatius’ death, his legacy endured for eight long years. Defenseless children were mercilessly mutilated, altered just like the girl who pleaded on her butcher’s behalf, until he put a definitive end to it seven years ago.
But the echo of this nightmare still haunted him, making his fists tighten each time he thought about Ignatius. No, the time he had spent with Misha and their shared feelings made it worse. His veins boiled as if molten steel coursed through them. If Julius refused to tolerate Gaston’s existence, he began to hate the mere memory of Ignatius.
And now, someone as devious as the old bastard stood before him.
As Adam grappled with his emotions, the witch’s smile broadened.
Power was law, but wit and experience could blunt even the sharpest blade. And Adam’s young age, coupled with his righteous anger, made him perfect prey. Emotions were the best weapon. By manipulating them, thousands of mages and cultivators had dangled at her fingertips like mere puppets. He would just become her latest addition, a much-welcomed replacement to the magical plant he had obliterated.