Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 11

**Chapter 11: An Apple Contained Mental Energy**

Agares’s gaze was a piercing shade of dark, his eyes sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room. His voice, cold and unwavering, sliced through the air as he addressed Relos. “Your Majesty, even if the entire Troya Empire is aware of my marriage, I am resolute in my decision to proceed with the divorce.”

Relos’s heart raced as he stared at Agares, a desperate urge rising within him to reveal the truth—that his wife was, in fact, aboard his warship. The weight of the revelation hung heavily on his tongue, yet he hesitated.

The Mordrels, quick to grasp the unfolding situation, acted swiftly. They had already sent their daughter to a military academy, anticipating the divorce that Agares had hinted at. Little did they know, fate had other plans. In an unexpected turn of events, their daughter would find herself ensnared in an attack, only to be rescued by none other than Agares himself. It was almost poetic, the way destiny played its hand. But Relos understood that sharing this information now would not bring them closer; it would merely serve to offer the Mordrels’ daughter as a pawn in the divorce game.

He swallowed hard, opening his mouth to speak, “You must believe me, Ms. Mordrel truly…”

But the word “love” never escaped his lips.

With a decisive motion, Agares shut down the optical computer, the screen flickering into darkness.

At that moment, a voice broke through the silence from the doorway. “Mr. Vaelor, I have something important to report.” It was Carlos, his expression serious.

Agares lifted his gaze, his dark eyes betraying nothing. “Come in,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Carlos entered, accompanied by Auren, who looked equally grave.

Carlos took the lead, his voice steady as he addressed Agares. “Mr. Vaelor, I must inform you that Ms. Feywin truly lacks any mental energy. I may have been mistaken in my earlier assessment.”

Agares leaned back slightly, his hand resting on the table, his attention shifting to Auren. “What is your perspective on this?”

Auren, his brow furrowed in thought, replied, “She indeed lacks mental energy. Her physical strength is barely at the passing level of C-grade; she falls into the H-grade category. As for her ability to crush a Swarmborn host’s head, it could be attributed to a genetic anomaly.

“I recall my father treating individuals like her when I was younger. They lacked mental energy and possessed frail bodies, yet in moments of peril, they would unleash astonishing strength. It often seemed as if they wielded mental energy, but it was merely their bodies responding to survive.

“It’s akin to a balloon. When you don’t inflate it, it remains flat. But once you introduce air, it expands. However, when it deflates, it becomes weaker than before.”

After a thorough examination of Sylvara, it became clear that she was essentially a person devoid of mental energy, possessing only H-grade physical strength.

Carlos sighed heavily, his disappointment palpable. “It’s truly unfortunate. You should have witnessed it. She suddenly unleashed an incredible burst of mental energy and physical power, wielding nothing but a simple chain—no weapon in sight—and effortlessly sliced a Swarmborn host in two.

“Aside from you, Mr. Vaelor, I’ve never encountered anyone who fights in such a manner.”

Auren’s frown deepened. Was she genuinely that formidable? It didn’t appear so to him.

“Have you assessed the severity of her genetic breakdown?” Agares inquired, his voice calm and measured.

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