Chapter 465: Marks The End

At the peak of the mountain, where the air was thin and the wind howled relentlessly, an ominous atmosphere enveloped the surroundings. The vast expanse of the ground below stretches out in every direction, shrouded in darkness, amplified by the absence of the moon on this new moon night. The absence of natural light intensifies the sense of foreboding, turning the landscape into a place of shadows and mystery.

Every rustle and creak were magnified by the darkness, crafting an unsettling symphony that heightened the tension. The limited visibility and the solitude of the mountain peak fostered a feeling of isolation and vulnerability, as if the ordinary rules of the world were suspended in this sanctum of ritualistic power.

Arlan materialized in this ominous setting, his demeanor composed, his cold gaze scanning for his target—the very person responsible for two decades of suffering for him and his family. Now, she threatened the life of the woman he loved.