The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 636

**TITLE: Kept Woman 636**

“She resembles a goddess.”

The onlookers around her gaped, their eyes wide and unblinking, as if caught in a spell.

In this fractured era, beauty had become as rare as a flawless gem, a treasure hidden amidst the chaos.

At the onset of the fall, beauty had been a perilous gift. It attracted predators, turning women into prey, vulnerable to the harsh realities of their world.

Yet now, years later, beauty had transformed into a symbol of power. It represented influence and an unparalleled strength that only a few could hope to attain.

Everyone understood this truth. If someone managed to remain untainted and luminous amidst this wasteland, the force behind them was formidable.

With a calculated grace, Theresa descended from the helicopter, her movements sharp and deliberate. She appeared like a goddess striding among mere mortals, her presence igniting a beacon of light against the backdrop of the gray devastation surrounding them.

No one else could hold a candle to her.

Solan Rowen’s eyes sparkled with admiration when they landed on her. He stepped forward with a purposeful stride, his voice resonating with certainty. “You must be Ms. Hall?”

“I am,” Theresa replied, her gaze shifting to the man clad in a patched cotton coat that bore the marks of wear and tear.

He appeared to be in his thirties, his face unremarkable yet etched with a strict demeanor. His eyes, however, burned with an intensity that spoke of unwavering strength.

His hands were rough and calloused, evidence of relentless training and hard work.

He bore the same soldier’s gravity that Lucas possessed, a weight of experience that was palpable.

“You are Solan Rowen, the leader here?” she inquired, her tone steady.

“I am,” he confirmed, nodding briskly, a flicker of warmth lighting his eyes. “Welcome. You are genuinely welcome here.”

“Good to hear. Did Lucas inform you of the purpose of my visit?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“He did. Tomorrow morning, I will send my best fighters with you. They will follow your orders,” he assured her.

“Thank you,” Theresa responded, offering him a faint smile as she extended her hand in greeting.

Solan hesitated, his hand moving halfway before a sudden cough shattered the moment.

He withdrew his hand and rendered her a crisp salute instead.

Theresa’s gaze drifted past him, and she caught sight of a woman standing nearby, clad in a nearly new down coat.

The woman appeared to be just over thirty, her features striking yet her skin pale and weathered. Despite this, she radiated a health that surpassed most in the vicinity.

Her eyes pierced through to Theresa, sharp and laden with disdain.

Solan spoke up quickly, “This is my wife, Arwen.”

“Hello, Arwen,” Theresa greeted, offering a polite nod.

Arwen returned the gesture, but her expression remained flat and frigid.

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