The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 130: The Assassin

Suzanne gazed at Lumián, wrapped in crimson flames, charging towards her. She frantically drew energy from the vendors, pedestrians, and tenants hanging from the tree, attempting to quickly regain her combat strength.

Throughout this process, she wasn't worried that Lumián would genuinely harm her. She was positioned at the top of the tree canopy, far out of his reach, and at this point, she had merged with the "Shadow Tree." Any attack devoid of divine power would only cause her minor injuries at best, incapable of killing or even seriously wounding her.

Thud, thud, thud. Lumián sprinted into an area occupied by branches and vines, where over a hundred humans dangled. The brown-green branches and vines tried to entangle him, to pierce him, but they were set ablaze by the crimson flames around him and quickly retreated in panic.

At that moment, a rumbling sound came from beneath the ground. The brown-green giant tree suddenly sank, leaving only about seven or eight meters of its height above ground. This caused the entire wilderness to shake violently, making it difficult for Lumián to continue advancing.

The rumbling, reminiscent of an earthquake, even caused the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall to sway. Most of the attendees showed expressions of fear, and those who reacted quickly ducked beneath the long tables covered in white cloths.

Today's security team, responsible for protecting Grégoire Attoua, consisted of a squad of extraordinary hybrids, including Imray, Valentine, and a warrior named Antoine.

Sensing the abnormality, they moved with tacit understanding, sending Imray to the window to investigate the source of the disturbance.

Imray saw that in the direction of Chaos Street, Nightingale Street, and Whitecoat Street, several buildings had tilted slightly, though they hadn't yet collapsed. Brown-green branches and vines remained on their surfaces to varying degrees.

But more noticeable than the buildings was the brown-green giant tree in the approximate location of Chaos Street, covered with numerous tumors and flowers, continuing to sink.

This scene only lasted for a few seconds before returning to "normal," like a failed painting being covered by another piece of work.

"What's going on?" Grégoire Attoua asked calmly as he approached the window.

Imray, without hiding anything, lowered his voice and replied, "There's an anomaly in the area around Chaos Street, Nightingale Street, and Whitecoat Street."

Chaos Street, Nightingale Street, Whitecoat Street... Jana, who had just approached the nearby window but had missed the previous scene, stood frozen in place upon hearing those street names.

Two names immediately popped into her mind: Charles and Francka...

Have they encountered an abnormal event? Jana's heart sank as she instinctively cast a glance at Grégoire Attoua.

She saw the corners of the congressman's mouth subtly twitch upward, as if he could barely conceal his joy.

It's him... He's the one working with those heretic god believers! Jana immediately came to this conclusion, feeling faint as a wave of inescapable despair flooded her heart.

Facing a prepared attack by heretic god followers, facing such an anomaly, could Francka and Charles survive?

Am I even strong enough to help them if I go? Or would I just be a burden?

At that moment, Jana felt like the pillars supporting her life—already weakened by the loss of her mother—were about to crumble, leaving her with no remaining friends who steadfastly stood by her side.