The Connor Family ruled Herbshire with an iron grip—Eldric stood no chance against them at his current level.
Yet he'd snapped Demontae's limbs like twigs. The Connors would never let this go.
Though the punk was human garbage, he remained the family's sole heir. Marks and his wife spoiled him rotten. Seeing their golden boy turned into a broken doll? Their rage would be volcanic.
Eldric knew the backlash was coming—fast. The threat weighed on him like a boulder. Every second counted now. He needed to push his cultivation harder, to gain even one more skill level before the hammer fell.
Lirael noticed Eldric's tension, yet remained silent. The sharp-eyed heiress understood something crucial—pressure was the best teacher she knew.
She wanted, needed to see him grow. So she let him hamm
