Chapter 1676 Wynter's Past
As solemn chants echoed in the surrounding air, Wynter seemed to have recovered a more detailed memory. She held onto her forehead as the chants in her mind demanded that she abided by the heavenly laws.
Her lips curled into a smirk, and her eyes reddened. "Why should I abide by the heavenly laws? Am I supposed to seek my death just because they told me to? Well, I refuse!"
Though no one else seemed to hear Wynter, Whitley, who stood nearby, couldn't hide the shock on his face. Wynter continued, 'You said she should appreciate her parents for giving her life. And no matter how wretched they may be, they can still dictate her future.
"They've leeched off her and capitalized on her death, yet they get to live in comfort with boundless wealth and flourishing descendants. If this is the heavens' will, then the gods should really open their damn eyes!" The chants faltered at her words, as though a heavy sigh had been released. The Soul Commanding Badge shimmered in a soft, red glow. It had only recovered a third of its original power after Vanessa had acknowledged Wynter as her master.
In truth, legend claimed that the badge retained a sword spirit's energy, who had sacrificed their mortal body for the sake of humanity. Only the spirit's master could bend the Soul Commanding Badge to their will.
Being a mythical beast, Whitley had lost fragments of the past. But before his slumber, he recalled one figure who had sacrificed their mortality to save countless lives during the apocalypse.
Dark clouds loomed ominously above the neighborhood, as if the heavens had unleashed its wrath. Whitley silently moved closer to Wynter, preparing to face the judgment with her.
The crow soared past from afar, as his black feathers fluttered to the ground. He intended to warn Dalton before the sword spirit was reconstructed.
Before the crow could land, he saw Dalton gaze up at the sky from within the building. In an instant, the cloudy sky cleared up.
The crow rolled his eyes, appearing as if something was caught in his throat. When he finally landed, Dalton inquired in a calm voice, 'Have you found them?"
"I can feel your energy there, but the votary never appeared," the crow replied.
Dalton had once possessed many powerful items, some of which belonged to Mt. Dragon. Each item could unleash chaos on the world if it fell into the wrong hands.
During his search, the crow had located three of them. He had dealt with the culprits and handed the manipulated souls over to the underworld guards. However, he failed to find out about Vanessa.
The crow never expected a plain young woman to nearly turn into a wraithlord. If Vanessa had really become one, the scheming cultivator would've wielded an immense surge of power. By then, the entire city's fortune would surely decline.
In that aspect, the crow admitted that he fell short compared to Wynter. After all, she had always been sharp and perspective when it came to such affairs. That said, the fact remained that she had defied the heavenly laws.
Recalling that Wynter had cursed at the heavens, the crow sneaked a glance at Dalton. Sensing his gaze, Dalton cast his eyes downwards and asked, 'Is there something you want to say?"
"Oh, no. Not at all. Since it has come to this, should I grant that girl some merits?" the crow asked tentatively.
Dalton responded with silence. Despite his attractive side profile, he remained aloof and distant as ever. Yet, the crow knew that Dalton had given his consent.
There was an old belief about borrowing fortune to change one's destiny. Vanessa once had her fortune stolen by her family, yet now her soul had merged with the Soul Commanding Badge, which helped obliterate half of Wynter's personal burdens.
It was rare for a wraithlord to repay a kindness. No wonder Wynter could elevate her swordsmanship to the divine realm with a mortal body in the past.
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