Chapter 490 The Bond Of The Thorne Sisters

Chapter 490 The Bond Of The Thorne Sisters

Under a sky so dark it seemed to swallow light, the Hellbringer Tower rose like a specter, its silhouette a stark, haunting presence against the void.

The air around it hummed with an otherworldly chill, as if the very atmosphere recoiled from its malevolent aura.

In this eerie, forbidding landscape, a lone figure approached, her strides measured, her demeanor an embodiment of icy resolve.

Esther's entrance into the tower was as silent as a shadow slipping through the night.

The heavy door creaked open beneath her touch, yielding to her without protest, as if the tower itself recognized the gravity of her presence.

Her steps echoed softly against the stone floor while her pale red eyes had a hint of fierce intensity that was usually never there.

But the scene that greeted her within the grand hall made her halt her steps, her eyes widening, unable to believe it was really true.

Asher, smirking with undisguised amusement, sat upon a throne-like chair, an unmistakable air of authority enveloping him while his arm was wrapped around Rebecca's velvety waist, stroking her stomach as if stroking a pet.

Rebecca, perched atop his lap, was a study in contrasts—her discomfort and vexation palpable, even as she was forced into an intolerably intimate proximity with this bastard.

Yet the sight that made Esther's stomach churn was the black leash around Rebecca's neck with dark silver spikes extending outwards and the other end of the leash held in his hand. It really seemed as if she was like a pet on his lap.

Unable to meet Esther's gaze, Rebecca's face flushed with a deep, shameful red.

"What is the meaning of this, Rebecca?" Esther's voice cut through the silence, as cold and sharp as a blade of ice. Her fists clenched at her sides, betraying the calm facade she presented.

On her way here, she kept telling herself that what Asher told her was just a lie to mess with her. She didn't even believe it at first.

But the way he said it and knowing how he wasn't one to spout nonsense made her rush over here.

Rebecca, her jaw set in a hard line, diverted her gaze, torn between defiance and the weight of her choices.

Her silence spoke volumes, a turbulent sea of unvoiced protests and regrets.

If she could, she would have stabbed this scum and walked away.

But because of the stupid slave crest, she was forced to obey his order of sitting on his lap and unable to do anything that would go against the order.

But what humiliated her the most was how he started treating her as his 'pet'...A damn pet!

And who would have thought that he would involve her sister and even let her come here to see this.

Why did this situation unsettle her so, when Rebecca had always done things as she pleased, regardless of the consequences? She thought she had long stopped caring about what she did.

Asher's voice, cold and bored, broke through Esther's internal turmoil, "I had enough of you sisters quarrel. Take it home or somewhere else. But here...we only talk and do business. You know that the best. Don't you, Esther?" He asked with a knowing smile, making Esther's face briefly redden with a sudden surge of emotions before she calmed herself and summoned two coffins before her.

Rebecca furrowed her brows in suspicion upon feeling Esther's aura suddenly becoming tense and the hint of sarcasm in Asher's voice.

Even if her sister's aura became as calm as a pool the next second, Rebecca had never ever seen Esther's aura ripple, no matter what kind of situation or danger she had been in ever since they were kids.

Then what kind of situation had Asher pulled her into to unsettle her this much? Was she his...No! That cannot be. Otherwise, Esther wouldn't have scolded her with such confidence.

"Go and get inside it," Asher said, his voice as cold as ice. He lazily pushed and kicked Rebecca's thick buttocks off his lap, sending her sprawling across the floor.

Rebecca hissed in pain and humiliation, but she knew better than to defy him. She had already tried her luck at defying his orders earlier only to endure excruciating pain that would make anyone wish for death though it wouldn't kill them.

She would have let herself get tortured to death if she had the choice rather than give in to him.

But then she realized there was no point since she was doing this to save Oberon. Who would protect Oberon if she gets herself killed?

Slowly, her limbs shaking with rage, she crawled towards the empty coffin. As per his vile order, she was not allowed to walk until he allowed it.

But she wondered just what was he planning to make her do by getting her a human avatar? What was he planning to do among the wretched humans?

Esther, witnessing this display, felt a cold fire ignite within her. Just what did he have on her? It had to be related to Oberon. He was the only weakness she knew Rebecca had.

She couldn't think of any other way how Asher could make her do this. Rebecca would rather die than suffer this humiliation.

Her gaze, icy and penetrating, turned to Asher as she inquired, "Are you planning to take her with whatever you plan to do in the Severed Realm?" The question, framed in a frigid tone, masked the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.

Asher's response was a nonchalant shrug, his indifference a sharp contrast to the intensity of her thoughts, "I don't see how that is any of your business. Didn't you just say a few seconds ago that you didn't care whatever she does?"

"I was only being curious," Esther retorted, her voice a calm amidst the storm, as she observed Rebecca enter the empty coffin.

She already realized why Asher asked her about sharing the secret arts of her House among those of her bloodline and similar to her status.

Just how long had he been planning to trap Rebecca?

Pushing these thoughts aside, Esther's hands rose, and from her fingertips, tendrils of dark blue mana unfurled, weaving a complex network of energy between the two coffins.

A deep, resonant humming filled the hall, a sound that seemed to echo from the very depths of hell.