Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Bickering

Rainy cut in before he could finish. “Wait, are you saying Mr. Vaclor’s broke?”

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“Shut up! All of you, look!” Carlos snapped, pointing at the pair. “There’s a blue fireball forming in Ms. Feywin’s hand! What the hell is she doing? Is she about to kill Mr. Vaelor?”

“Shut it,” Leiya snapped, clapping a hand over Carlos’ mouth. When he saw Sylvara ready to strike back, the panic in his eyes faded into something like admiration. “Come on, Mr. Vaelor started it. She’s just giving him what he deserves.”

He looked around nervously. “But we should move before they start tearing each other apart. Those two are insane when they fight, and I don’t wanna get fried in the splash zone.”

No one spoke.

To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. Not one of them could argue with that logic.

Yet instead of moving, the whole group climbed back onto the massive tree trunk, the one so wide it took several of them to wrap their arms around. They settled in again, opened their snacks, and watched their Commander and Sylvara like it was their favorite reality show.

Agares let out a low, rough laugh that rumbled deep in his chest. His hand slid up the back of Sylvara’s head as he pressed his face into her neck and inhaled her scent. “I don’t smell good,” he murmured, his voice low and heavy, “but you smell so damn good I could bite you just to see how you taste.”

“Really?” Sylvara tilted her head slightly, her black eyes gleaming. “Because I was thinking the same thing. Maybe you should let me have the first bite.”

His grip on her neck stilled. His head lifted just enough for her to see his eyes-, sharp, and the pupils were narrowing like a predator’s. “I asked first,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “So I’m the one who gets to taste first.”

The words had barely left his mouth before he lunged for her throat.

In her palm, the glowing blue orb swelled until it was the size of a soccer ball. She twisted her wrist and thrust it backward.

The air shattered with a violent crack that tore through the forest. A streak of blue lightning split the sky and crashed down into the trees below.

Before his teeth could reach her skin, the light hit Agares square in the chest. His head snapped back, the veins in his neck bulging from the surge of power coursing through him.

Another bolt followed instantly, slamming into him again and flooding his entire body with electric light until arcs of blue energy danced over his skin.

The deputy generals perched on the tree froze, their jaws slack. “What the hell was that? Where’d the blue lightning come from?”

“Did someone call that down? Wait-is Mr. Vaelor seriously getting struck by lightning right now? What is happening? Did he just get zapped? Is he losing his touch?”

11:54 Sat, Dec 2000A

Chapter 180 Bickering

CB

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Zolensky’s hand shot out and smacked the back of Leiya’s head with a loud crack. “Don’t you ever say that about a man. Only his wife knows if he has lost his touch, got it?”

Leiya rubbed his head, grumbling under his breath. “But Ms. Feywin’s supposed to have fire powers. There’s no way that lightning came from her, right?”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Veyric cut in sharply, defending her without hesitation. “Feywin’s just a normal trash with great physical stats. There’s no way she can call down lightning. If she could, she’d be in the First Military Academy, not the Fifth. And she’d be special admissions too.”

Everyone stopped again.

Honestly… that did sound reasonable.

Smoke drifted off Agares’ body as his black pupils turned to glowing gold slits. His grin stretched wide, and something dangerous gleamed in his eyes. “I don’t care what you are,” he growled, his tone edged with madness. “You taste perfect. I like it.”

Smokewillow reappeared in Sylvara’s hand, glowing now with streaks of green and electric blue as her mental energy pulsed through it.

She met his gaze with a teasing smirk. “Baby, you’re such a bad boy. That was supposed to be my line.”

Agares grabbed at his torn combat uniform, his tongue flicking briefly across his lips. The wild look in his eyes deepened. “When I killed that bear,” he said, his voice thick with obsession, “I saw you watching me. I heard every word you said on your stream. Every bit of your excitement, your admiration-I felt all of it.”

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