Chapter 230: for the twins
Night had draped Liss’s villa in a heavy veil, the dimmed light slanting through the window blinds casting jagged shadows across Kael’s face as he sat on the edge of the bed for him.
His hazel eyes, heavy with fatigue, fixed on the dusky glow, the house unnaturally quiet—a rare, fragile peace.
Everyone was asleep, or at least playing the part, but for Kael, rest was a distant hope, his mind a ticking clock of worry.
The Haven was gone, reduced to rubble and ghosts, a casualty of the Looter’s attack.
Rebuilding wasn’t an option—not with an unknown threat circling, a predator who’d sent an S-Class villain to hunt him.
The Reaper was dead, her body a smear on the pavement, but her strings were pulled by someone with power, someone who saw Kael’s empathetic resonance as a weapon to twist heroes into monsters.
The thought chilled him, a cold weight in his chest, heavier than the bruises from too much fighting, too much healing, too much everything.
Kael sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his body aching from sleepless nights and relentless chaos.
Freya and Rhea needed to level up—fast.
If he was the target, they’d be caught in the crossfire, their flames and frost no match for what was coming.
The twins, Lila and Tila, were raw power, but volatile, their shadow-fueled strength a wildcard.