Chapter 207 The two twisted minds! Revival?

207 The two twisted minds! Revival?

Chapter 207

City of Harlington, back alleyways.

Just like any city in the world, the city of Harlington had its own slums and dirty alleys where criminals, thugs, or other anti-social elements resided or were active.

The narrow, twisted streets seemed to swallow light, leaving only shadows where danger lurked at every corner.

The air here was thick with the stench of decay and desperation, where the line between life and death was razor-thin.

The smell of rotting garbage and filth permeated everything, mixing with the occasional distant wail of someone too far gone to be saved.

These were often lawless zones where sometimes the cost of life became cheaper than a loaf of bread.

Here, morality was a luxury no one could afford, and a human life was traded like currency—cheap and easily spent.

In these shadowy corners, power ruled, and mercy was a forgotten concept. The weak either learned to hide or were devoured by the strong, leaving nothing but bones and empty promises in their wake.

Only the strong and skilled survived in such areas of poverty. And even the strong rarely survived without scars—physical and otherwise.

In one of the old shabby houses, there was a moment of disturbance. The faint sound of wood creaking underfoot broke the stillness, a subtle shift in the oppressive silence. The house stood out even among the dilapidated surroundings, its broken windows and sagging roof a facade for something far more sinister within.

It was a place that seemed to sink into itself, as though the weight of the sins committed inside had made the very walls bow in despair.

Inside the house, there wasn't much except for some cheap, old furniture. Dust-covered shelves and tattered curtains lined the walls, giving off the illusion of neglect—though the real activity lay just beneath the surface. The air was stale, thick with the scent of dust and mildew, though the real danger lay hidden beneath the surface. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I know, I know... still, I feel it's a bit weird how they suddenly targeted the clan and got erased so easily. There must be a reason they directly reached out to attack the clan heirs." He furrowed his brow, suspicion creeping into his voice as he pondered the chain of events.

Something about it felt off, as if there was a missing piece to the puzzle.

"No use thinking about it. We don't need to concern ourselves with that matter; we have to do our job as told." Her voice was sharp, cutting off his train of thought.

She had no interest in distractions, only in what lay ahead.

"You're right. With the recent surge of exorcists around the normal human cities, security has tightened everywhere, and our actions have become even more restrained. Fortunately, we finally got this chance." The man spoke in a desperate tone. His hands tightened around the shiny rock, his knuckles white with tension.

"It's all thanks to those dumb idiots who went ahead and got themselves killed, making the clans actively hunt for heretics everywhere. Those exorcists are like mad dogs—once marked, they won't leave! Gosh, so annoying!" The woman spat the words out, her eyes flashing with irritation as she paced the room.

The woman huffed in annoyance.

"Well, don't stress too much. This city is still kind of backwater compared to others, and the people here have differing opinions on the existence of exorcists, so it shouldn't be a problem for us to fetch a high quantity of souls." The man's voice was calm, almost too calm, as if he'd already made peace with the chaos to come.

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