Seeing that her young master wasn’t responding, Fiona fell silent.
Her gaze, calm and undisturbed, remained on Dawn’s figure the entire ti. Even after years, she faithfully carried out the role handed to her by Dawn’s father, Theodore Skylar.
"..."
An uncomfortable silence suddenly seed to have enveloped them. However, before the situation could turn even more awkward, Dawn retracted his gaze and looked at Fiona. His indifferent expression imdiately cracked, and a small smile appeared on his face.
"Big sis Fiona, is there any news about my brother? When is he going to arrive?"
He was genuinely curious about his new brother. So days ago, his mother Athena had told him his elder brother Lucas was returning ho after completing his studies.
Not just Lucas, even his elder sister Elizabeth, who was far away in so distant corner of the world, was rushing back ho.
"So all three siblings are finally going to et."
Dawn looked forward to eting his siblings, but he didn’t have much hope in his heart. Given how his father’s personality was, the sa traits should have been passed on to the children.
He was well aware of how parents’ behavior plays an important role in shaping a kid’s personality.
While he silently mused, Fiona patiently waited and didn’t imdiately answer.
Once Dawn ca out of his musing, Fiona lightly said, "Young master Lucas should arrive in two days at the earliest, while young miss Elizabeth should arrive by tomorrow morning."
Hearing her words, Dawn imdiately felt satisfaction and internally felt relieved.
"It appears I still have so ti left."
Once his siblings arrived, he wouldn’t be able to stay in the Eternal battlefield for a long period due to obvious reasons.
Not intending to waste any more ti, he imdiately went back to his original position and closed his eyes, pretending to ditate while his soul had already left his body, heading to the Eternal battlefield.
Fiona’s gaze lingered on Dawn, a flicker of admiration surfacing in her usually composed expression. The young master was just three years old, yet he worked harder than warriors ten tis his age.
Most children born into privilege indulged in their comfort, but not him. He pushed himself relentlessly—as if he were racing against sothing unseen.
Fiona clenched her fists. The warmth in her eyes shifted into sothing sharper.
"No, I can’t fall behind."
She had been assigned to protect Dawn, but if she didn’t keep improving, one day... she might not be strong enough to do so.
No matter how monstrous his talent was, she would never let him surpass her so easily.
...
Situated to the north of sarith City, Calm Northern mountain was a small mountain range. This single mountain was the only source of greenery in this barren mining city.
So learned n of the past had labeled the mountain range as the lungs of sarith city. If it wasn’t for this mountain range, the city would have long beco unlivable due to constant mining dust.
Deep in the mountain range, a small lightning wolf stealthily moved towards its prey, a large multi-horned deer. Its ash-grey eyes were filled with an inexplicable hint of madness.
Its body seed to be covered with nurous large veins that coiled around it. The whole body seed to have inflated like a balloon that could burst any mont.
The wolf huffed and puffed as it moved forward. Even in such a state, the wolf’s steps were calm and composed, not making any noise.
Suddenly, its large body stopped in an attempt to launch a decisive attack.
The wolf didn’t seem to notice, but thick smoke was coming out of all its external orifices.
A faint crackling sound echoed in the air—like strained leather pulled too tight.
The wolf staggered, its veins bulging grotesquely beneath its fur, its breath ragged and wet. Smoke curled from its eyes, its ears, its mouth—
Then it swelled, its skin stretching---and burst.
Chunks of blackened flesh splattered across the trees, steaming upon impact. The very soil where the blood touched withered and rotted within seconds.
The air grew thick, dense with sothing unnatural. The shredded remains of the wolf began to twitch, jerking and convulsing, as if sothing inside them refused to die.
Then—slowly, unnaturally—the scattered pieces crawled back together.
A pulse of darkness rippled outward as the remains rged, forming sothing new.
A gaping portal, its edges shifting like writhing flesh, exhaled a breath colder than death itself. The portal radiated a chilly atmosphere, freezing the surrounding air.
A ghostly voice, low but cold, reverberated in the surroundings.
"I finally made it. Now it is ti to find the abyssal seed..... The seed belongs only to ."
"Legion of Two-headed Lightning Demon, co out."
As soon as these words ca out, the portal suddenly stretched like a piece of flesh, and nurous ferocious wolves wrapped in lightning started to pour out in large numbers.
Howl!
The Calm Northern mountain fell into complete silence, with only the wolves’ howls reverberating in the surroundings.
.....
Back in the Skylar family mansion.
Dawn’s eyes abruptly snapped open; the abyssal mark on his hand seed to have turned scorchingly hot, and even smoke seed to be coming out of it.
Looking at this scene, Dawn’s expression imdiately turned ugly, as if he had swallowed a fly.
He looked around his surroundings with a hint of vigilance and imdiately sighed in relief after noticing there was no one in the room other than him.
"What the hell is going on?"
He muttered while looking at the Abyss mark tattoo. Just as he was panicking, Dawn felt a cool sensation erging from his heart, calming his nerves.
Just at this mont, the Abyssal mark pulsed, and a strong feeling was transmitted to his head.
Dawn’s breath stagnated.
The Abyssal Mark burned—not with heat, but with sothing deeper, sothing primal. A clawing, frigid terror gripped his chest, spreading through his veins like ice.
It wasn’t his own fear.
It was the mark’s.
For the first ti since its existence, the Abyssal Mark—an entity bound to his very being—was afraid.
And if it was afraid... then sothing far worse than he imagined was coming.
It appeared trouble finally ca knocking on his door, however thankfully, he was alerted beforehand.
From the feeling transmitted by the Abyssal mark, the threat was still far away.
Understanding the situation, Dawn sighed.
Dawn clenched his fist. He didn’t know if his strength was enough to face this.
The answer was clear—he needed more power.
There was no hesitation. No second-guessing.
With a slow exhale, he closed his eyes. The pull of the Eternal Battlefield seized him imdiately, dragging his consciousness into the realm where the strong thrived and the weak were crushed.
He had to think the trouble wasn’t coming—it was already here. Only than could he ensure his survival.
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