Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 181

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A loud snap tore through the air.

Smokewillow struck his skin, carving a long, red mark across his chest.

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He was already half-naked, his body tense and gleaming under the light, and now the blood streak only added to his cruel, intoxicating look.

“What the hell is going on?” Leiya shouted, clutching the bear paw to his chest as he slid halfway down the tree. “Mr. Vaelor didn’t even move!”

“Maybe it’s love,” Bane muttered, wide-eyed. “You know, love taps, love bites-whatever. But why ditch a soft, sweet wife for someone who looks like she’d chew him up alive?”

Veyric spat on the ground in disgust. “Shut it, all of you! Stop running your mouths and smearing Feywin’s

name!”

He pointed at them furiously. “And for the record, my optical computer is recording everything. Say one more word about her, and I’ll have every single one of you in court. You’ll pay fines till you’re broke and lose your damn reputations too.”

That shut everyone up fast. Not one dared to speak.

“Good boy,” Sylvara said with a sweet, mocking tone. “Keep standing right there.” Smokewillow sliced through the air again, snapping against his skin.

Once.

Twice.

Dozens of times.

Each strike carried her mental energy, sharp enough to draw blood every time.

Red lines crossed over his chest and back, and beads of blood rolled down his body, painting him crimson.

Agares didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were wild, unblinking, burning straight into her. His voice came out low and rough, his throat raw. “Tired yet? Want me to take over?”

Sylvara smiled at him like she was calming a restless child. “I’m a little tired, baby, but that’s fine. I can’t let you get worn out, can I? So be good. Stay still. Let’s keep going.”

As Sylvara spoke, she drew back Smokewillow, and a glowing blue sphere began forming in her palm. Her fire-type ability had changed. It had evolved into something new-she could now summon lightning. Blue lightning. And it completely caught her off guard.

But the lightning didn’t seem to hurt the man standing before her. Still, she wanted to test it again, just to see what might happen if she hit him one more time.

The sphere swelled in her hand, wrapped in flickering blue currents that hissed and sparked.

Then the night split open with a few sharp, eerie insect screeches echoing through the silence.

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Agares’ pupils narrowed. His body tightened like a beast about to strike, every muscle coiled and ready.

The Hunting Legion’s deputy generals went serious. Before they could even jump off the tree, the massive trunk beneath them was kicked hard from below.

A sharp crack ripped through the air as the tree split clean apart.

Thankfully, the men reacted fast. They pushed off the ground, flipping upright almost instantly.

But before they could find their balance, another Agares-this one fully dressed, cold, and composed- stepped out from the shadows behind them. His voice carried authority that cut through the chaos. “Nine- thirty direction,” he ordered. “Swarmborn. Swarmborn host. Capture or kill on sight.”

The tone was so sharp, so commanding, that all thirty men snapped to attention at once. “Yes, sir!” they shouted in perfect sync.

They turned and sprinted toward the nine-thirty direction without hesitation.

Veyric stood frozen in place, glancing back and forth between the two identical figures-one beside Sylvara, one barking orders.

His jaw dropped. What the hell is happening?

Did his idol just split in two? Like one man turning into a pair of clones?

It was like planting one seed in spring and harvesting a whole basket of them by fall.

A harsh metallic scrape echoed through the forest.

The Agares standing before Sylvara drew his saber from the spatial button. The blade’s tip dragged across the forest floor, slicing through brittle leaves and twigs with a low, grating sound.

Sylvara curled her fingers, and the blue light vanished from her palm. She pointed lazily at the golden-eyed Agares, then looked at the other one with a smirk. “Your Highness,” she said, voice dripping with mockery, “who’s that supposed to be? He just told me I smelled amazing. I figured he was your second personality.”

Agares frowned. His gaze fixed on the golden-eyed version of himself, and a dangerous glint flashed in his

eyes.

Sylvara did have a unique scent-something crisp and earthy, a blend of grass and wood that clung to her skin no matter how hard she worked or how much she sweated.

“I’m your baby boy,” said the golden-eyed Agares, his stare locked on her like a predator. His voice trembled with obsession. “You were just calling me that. How can you say you don’t know me now?”

Sylvara smiled sweetly, her tone sharp beneath the charm. “That’s exactly why I called you baby-because I don’t know you. If I did, I’d call you Your Highness instead. So, Your Highness, what is this thing supposed

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