Chapter 731 Chapter 166.3 Interrogation

Chapter 731 Chapter 166.3 Interrogation

Astron stood, the faint blue glow of his mana tendrils retracting into his palm as Rovan slumped against the wall, trembling. His confession hung in the air like a crack of thunder.

"Hawkins!" Irina's voice cut through the oppressive tension, a sharp, fiery eruption of anger. She pushed off the wall, her fists clenched at her sides, flames flickering faintly along her fingertips. "Those bastards dare!"

Rovan flinched, his face pale and sweat-slicked as Irina's fiery presence bore down on him. She stepped forward, her amber eyes blazing with fury, her breath quickening as the weight of the revelation settled on her. Images flashed through her mind-Jeremy's mocking smirk, his venomous threats, and the inferno she had left in her wake when she had branded him.

Her voice dropped to a low growl, more dangerous than her earlier shout. "First Jeremy, now this? They've grown bold, thinking they can send their dogs after me."

Astron said nothing, his sharp purple eyes observing her closely. He crossed his arms, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Irina's simmering rage. He was assessing her reaction, though she barely noticed his presence. Her thoughts were consumed by one single conclusion.

"They're declaring war,' she realized, her anger coiling tighter, a smoldering inferno within her chest. "The audacity to strike against the Emberheart family, against me- do they think we'll stand for this?'

She turned her gaze back to Rovan, who was shaking, his earlier defiance completely obliterated. Irina's voice was cold, a blade sharpened by fury. "You made a mistake, aligning yourself with Hawkins. Do you even realize the kind of wrath you've invited?"

"P-please..." Rovan stammered, his breath hitching as Irina's flames flared brighter, casting menacing shadows along the walls. "I-I didn't have a choice! They-they forced us into this!"

"Spare me your excuses," she snapped, the heat in her voice matching the fire curling along her hands. "You knew what you were doing when you agreed to this. You thought you could walk away unscathed."

Irina's mind raced as her flames flickered and danced, her thoughts turning to the Hawkins family. Jeremy had been a means to an end for them, nothing more than a tool in their endless pursuit of power. But now, with this bold attack, they had shown their hand-and it wasn't just a message to her. It was a challenge to her family, to everything the Emberheart name represented.

"They dared to send assassins for me?" she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "They dare think they can touch an Emberheart

and get away with it?"

Irina's flames surged, licking along her arms and crackling with raw, untamed power, Her amber eyes gleamed with fury, the reflection of her own fire burning in their depths. She raised her hand slowly, the air around her shimmering with heat. The captives recoiled instinctively, their terror palpable.

"You dared to come after me," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous, carrying the weight of her wrath. "And now, you'll learn what it means to provoke an Emberheart."

The fire swirled in her palm, a blazing orb of destruction that cast flickering shadows across the warehouse walls. For a moment, the room seemed frozen in time, the only movement the hypnotic dance of her flames.

"W-wait!" Rovan choked out, his voice cracking as he scrambled backward. "P-please, I told you everything! I—"

His plea was cut off by a sudden rush of heat as Irina's flames erupted, engulfing him in an instant. The inferno roared, consuming his cries and filling the room with the acrid scent of burning flesh. The other captives screamed, their voices rising in a desperate cacophony as they tried to claw away from the firestorm.

<Hotel Room>

When we reached the hotel, Irina went straight to the bathroom, muttering something about needing a shower. The door clicked shut behind her, and the sound of running water followed soon after, the steady rhythm filling the room.

I leaned back against the wall, crossing my arms as my mind turned inward.

'Hawkins Family... I guess the Hawkins plot has started.'

In the game, the Hawkins plotline was the centerpiece of Irina's story if the player chose to side with her over Seraphine. It was a tangled web of political maneuvering, personal vendettas, and escalating violence between the Hawkins and the Emberheart families. In the game's timeline, it wouldn't have started this early. The player would usually encounter it later after Irina's character arc had developed more depth. But now, things were already shifting.

I frowned, recalling the details. In the game, the Hawkins had played a dangerous game, baiting the Emberhearts into conflict while building alliances in the shadows. Their eventual clash had devastating consequences, leaving both families weakened and vulnerable to external threats.

'If it had followed the same trajectory, the repercussions could have been severe,'I thought, my fingers tapping lightly against my arm. 'But this time, since it started much earlier....it is much harder to predict...'

The steady rhythm of the shower filled the room, blending with the quiet hum of my thoughts. I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, and let my mind sift through the details.

In the game, Ethan had been dragged into this mess during a seemingly mundane outing with Irina. An ambush, an escalation, and then the Emberheart-Hawkins feud erupted in earnest. The attack had been the catalyst for a chain of events that embroiled Ethan and the player directly in the feud. It forced the player to make decisions that would shape not only Irina's character arc but also the broader political landscape of the story.

But this wasn't the game. Things were happening faster, and the demons were already becoming more active. The tension was palpable, and with both familial and external threats mounting, the dangers were far greater than what had been written. Yet, there was something else-something that didn't sit right. Irina had mentioned it herself: she hadn't shared their route with anyone. We had disguised ourselves, taken precautions, and ensured they weren't followed. By all accounts, the ambush should have been impossible. And yet, it happened.

"There's no way this was just chance,' I thought, my fingers tapping lightly against my arm. "Even with the Hawkins' power of [Foresight], they would need information to narrow down our movements. Their ability isn't omniscient. It's limited by the

information they have at hand!

The pieces didn't align, The Hawkins Family was meticulous, but this kind of precision required more than just their usual reach. For them to find us under those conditions, there had to be a leak-someone who knew our movements and provided the necessary information. It wasn't just the fact that we were found; it was how easily

they had pinpointed us despite our precautions.

'I see....'

And for that, if it was 'her' and 'her methods' then that would explain everything.

'What a cruel mother...."

Really.....