Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 170

Sylvara’s Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel

Chapter 170 The Plan Cracks

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“Hold up-where’s the Commander?” Veyric blurted out suddenly, fear flashing across his fa as he clutched a handful of nameplates. “Where the hell did he go?”

Sylvara froze at his words. Her face went pale, her muscles tightening as realization hit her.

Before she could react, Agares emerged from the shadows behind her, moving fast and silent as a ghost.

Sylvara snapped the vine in her hand and conjured a new one, sending it slicing through the air toward Agares.

Agares tore apart the vine in his grip and swung back, striking her attack head-on.

Both vines crackled with mental energy, but his couldn’t regrow. Hers could.

Sylvara channeled her power freely, forcing the vine to keep sprouting, stretching, twisting.

Then she split it into two, each branch slithering like a pair of living whips aimed straight at him.

Agares seemed to know exactly what she’d do. He let go of his vine and caught both of hers mid-strike.

With one brutal yank, he pulled hard, dragging her toward him before she could cut the connection.

She was seconds away from being pulled into his arms when she summoned a water sphere in her palm, ready to throw it in his face.

Before she could release it, he flicked his wrists.

Both vines tightened in a sharp controlled motion, binding her completely. Then he leapt upward, using the vines to hoist Sylvara into the air and hang her from a tree.

“What the hell just happened?” Zolensky hissed, elbowing Leiya beside him. “You think our big, brilliant plan got blown? Maybe Mr. Vaelor found out and he’s giving us a warning shot.”

Leiya slapped the arm he’d jabbed him with and shot him a look. “A warning? Don’t flatter yourself. If Mr. Vaelor wanted you dead, he’d only have to speak it into existence.”

“Guys, can we stay on track?” Bane muttered, his shoulders tensing. “Maybe Mr. Vaelor’s not the type to show mercy, but we could at least pretend to. Ms. Feywin’s part of Hunting Legion, remember? She deserves a little respect.”

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“Then go talk to mim, Iatrry 99

“Convince him to play nice. Ms. Feywin’s just a girl.”

Bane stumbled ahead, spinning around to see his teammates backing away in perfect unison, hands waving like, “Go ahead, hero. You got this.”

“You’re all pathetic! Cowards, the lot of you!” Veyric growled, storming forward. “Feywin, hang tight! I’m coming for you!”

His voice rang with confidence-right up until Agares turned those piercing eyes on him.

Veyric froze. He crouched, snatched up a fallen branch, and held it out with both hands, stammering, “M-my idol-uh, Commander-if you’re gonna hit her, use this. Don’t mess up your hands.”

“Veyric, you bastard! When I get down, I’m killing you myself!” Sylvara shouted, thrashing furiously where she hung.

The vines were hers, but the energy surrounding them wasn’t. A powerful, scorching force had overtaken them, crushing her own energy and trapping her completely.

The cadets and instructors who’d already been knocked out stared in stunned silence, their mouths half open, too confused to even speak. What is going on here?

These people were supposed to be the anomalies they were hunting.

So why were the anomalies turning on them now?

And worse, why had they tied up their idol-the Empire’s Light himself?

What the hell was happening?

Who was that girl, anyway?

They all wanted answers, but none of them dared to ask.

Every single one of them stood rooted in place, eyes wide, afraid to even blink in case they missed what happened next.

“Put me down!” Sylvara shouted, swinging from where she hung. Her glare locked on Agares, who stood below her with his hands clasped behind his back, his face streaked with dark paint. “If you’re so tough, fight me one-on-one. Ambushing someone doesn’t make you a man.”

Agares lifted his gaze, his black eyes cold and unreadable. His face was sharp, calm, and utterly unbothered. “Ms. Feywin,” he said coolly, “you’ve mastered the art of hypocrisy, I see.”

Oh, so he knows what hypocrisy means! Of course he does!

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15:37 Fri, Dec 19

Chapter 170 The Plat Cracks

Sylvara stopped struggling and stared at him, stunned.

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