Kapitel 1416: With My Birth, You Shall Perish

She had transitioned from girlhood to womanhood in an instant!

The black prison ensnaring their consciousness shattered without warning, granting them both freedom once more. 

Braydon Neal swiftly turned on his heel and departed.

"What's your name?" Eva Foreman's inquiry cut through the air with cold precision.

"I have no interest in you," Braydon retorted, his demeanor colder and more callous than hers. 

Eva was just another in a line of women who had incited his disgust. 

Once provoked, Braydon would not hesitate to strike her down with his Northern King Sword. 

His blade knew no gender distinctions—it would kill any foe with equal measure.

Outside, the pristine cocoon disintegrated into shards. 

Eva floated gracefully in mid-air, her snow-white form emanating a potent aura. 

Streams of vibrant life energy surged from the green stone upon the ice bed, coalescing around her.