Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 128

**Chapter 128: Caught in the Crosshairs**

The tension in the air was palpable as they seized General Shefferhem by the neck, their eyes glinting with menace. “General Shefferhem,” one of them hissed, “you possess knowledge that is far too dangerous, and your experience makes you a liability. Tell us, do you have any collector’s edition adult films stashed away?”

The threat hung in the air like a storm cloud. “Hand them over, and we might just spare your life,” they continued, their grip tightening.

Agares, unfazed, tapped his optical computer. The screen flickered to life, replaying a video that had been edited to perfection. At the beginning and end, all that remained was a girl clad in red camouflage, her face obscured. The footage showcased her kicking another girl down and pressing her foot onto the fallen girl’s face for a full five seconds—a brutal display.

As the video concluded, a message from the sender blinked onto the screen: “Agares, look. Your wife has such long legs!”

Agares chuckled softly, “Sylvie, I think my stamina’s really improving,” he remarked, a hint of pride in his voice.

Meanwhile, Veyric sprinted after Sylvara, his energy seemingly boundless. “I’m feeling great!” he exclaimed, his breath steady despite the rapid pace.

Sylvara, however, kept her gaze fixed ahead, a frown creasing her brow. The forest around them thickened, transforming from a mere backdrop into an oppressive presence. What once felt like an easy six to nine miles an hour now seemed like an arduous task.

The ground beneath their feet was treacherous—decaying leaves and splintered branches created a slick surface. One wrong step could lead to disaster, and she felt the weight of that danger pressing down on her.

“Congrats! That means the training is clearly working for you. Unlike me, I’m just pushing through,” Sylvara said modestly, her tone almost maternal, as if she were reassuring a child.

Veyric, the child in this scenario, beamed with confidence. “The longer I run, the better I feel! If you get tired, I’ll carry you!” he boasted, his youthful bravado shining through.

“I can still manage for a bit longer,” Sylvara replied, but suddenly, she felt a surge of mental energy ripple through her.

Her expression changed, a flicker of concern crossing her face. In an instant, she seized Veyric, who was moving so quickly he seemed to defy gravity.

Caught off guard, Veyric stumbled, tipping backward and landing flat on his back with a resounding thud.

Sylvara halted abruptly, staring at her own hand in disbelief. I barely touched him. Why was he so easy to pull down?

“What are you do—” Veyric began, but she silenced him with a finger pressed to her lips.

“Shh!” she urged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Veyric, understanding the urgency, clamped a hand over his mouth, dirt and all.

Sylvara pointed toward the ten-thirty position. “There’s an ambush—six of them.”

Veyric scrambled to his feet, gasping for breath. “We’re not even on a marked route. Are they really crazy enough to set up camp here too?”

Sylvara shot him a sharp glance. “So it’s acceptable for us to go off-script, but they can’t lie in wait? What kind of logic is that?”

Veyric coughed, frustration evident in his voice. “They’re not playing fair! They’re going back on their word.”

Sylvara raised her hand as if to smack him. “They’d argue that you’re the one fighting dirty for not sticking to where they expected you to be.”

Veyric stared at her incredulously, “Whose side are you even on?”

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