Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 232: The Ladies Of The Nocturne Family Preparing

Lilith didn’t blink or react much as she read the words; she didn’t need to. Her mind had already stored the information, calculated it, and lined it up against the timelines and traces they’d been watching for months or years, in some cases.

She tapped the screen once. The image shifted.

New coordinates.

Final list.

Verified by three different Crescent agents and two of her personal shadow archivists.

There would be no mistakes.

She placed the holo tablet down and exhaled, just once, through her nose as she readied herself for another bloodbath because some people can’t just let her and her family live peacefully.

Then she turned.

Barefoot, she walked across the smooth black tiles of her private floor, past the garden-view balcony, toward the eastern end of the hall.

Her steps didn’t echo. However, this is likely due to her not fully placing her foot on the floor, as her feet appear to be just a centimeter above the ground as she walked.

At the end of the hallway stood a sealed black door—no handle, no keypad, no lock—just a single vertical groove running down the center.

She pressed her palm flat against the surface.

The door shimmered.

Soft red lines flowed across her hand, recognizing her presence, verifying her bloodline. The air in the hallway grew still, like something deeper had just opened.

The door slid open without sound.

Lilith entered.

Inside, the chamber was cool and still. The walls were smooth crystal, tinted just slightly in charcoal gray.

In the center of the room stood a wide, circular crystal table—its surface smooth, semi-transparent, and laced with intricate circuit paths glowing faint red beneath the surface.

The entire display was a living construct, built using advanced psionic tech layered with quantum mapping threads.

It didn’t shine or shimmer; it pulsed, slow and precise, like a silent, mechanical heartbeat.

Lilith approached without hesitation.

As her presence registered, the interface responded.

Data threads rose gently into the air, geometric lines weaving together into a 3D projection of the continent.

Mountain ranges curved upward. River paths traced themselves in faint blue light. Deep underground tunnels and restricted zones were mapped in shifting layers beneath the surface.

Lilith didn’t speak a command.

She didn’t need to.

The system recognized her biometrics instantly.

Her fingers hovered for a moment. Then moved.

A section of the map zoomed in, flattening the terrain and outlining seven distinct energy signatures—deep red markers pulsing in real-time, connected by faint threadlines of magical residue and teleport distortion trails.

Each dot represented a known cult haven.

Not guesses.

Not rumors.

Confirmed sites.

She traced along a ridgeline, then tapped gently near a ruined crater zone. A list of recent dimensional distortions appeared. Her eyes scanned the data.

Then moved again. One route led into the mountains. Another dipped beneath a city’s energy grid.

In a calm, cold, and quiet certainty.

She lowered her hand and stepped back.

The map dimmed, returning to standby.

The hunt could now begin.

She pulled back, turned, and exited the room without another glance.

The door resealed behind her.

At that exact moment, three signals were transmitted.

Encrypted, silent, instant.

One to Seraphina, another to Liliana, and the last to Isabella.

No words. Just the raw data.

Seraphina stood at the edge of her private balcony, overlooking the city skyline from the top of the tallest penthouse in the central district.

Her long black hair was tied into a tight bun, and a sharp black suit framed her figure. A wine glass rested untouched beside her on a marble stand.

She didn’t look at it. Her eyes had just finished scanning through the quarterly reports of one of their subsidiaries when the alert pinged across her neural feed.

A moment passed.

Then her lips curved slightly.

Not a happy smile.

Something colder, and something deadly.

She set the tablet aside, turned, and walked to her private elevator. No announcement. No call. No guards summoned.

There was nothing to say.

Liliana stood alone at the edge of a large training field. Rows of cadets were running drills in the background, their chants echoing faintly across the high concrete walls.

Her crimson hair was a little wet from the place they were training, and due to a recent fight where she had won, and her arms were crossed over her chest as she watched one of the elite squads finish their formation sequence.

The ping came through her link.

She didn’t flinch.

She simply exhaled through her nose, stepped back from the edge, and turned away from the training yard.

None of the instructors asked her where she was going.

They knew better.

She made her way toward the restricted exit gates without speaking, the low hum of her command key unlocking each section before her.

And miles away, beneath the surface of an underground city where light barely reached and money flowed like blood, Isabella sat in the backroom of a casino.

Her violet hair shimmered slightly under the dim lights.

She was lounging against a red leather booth, two phones in front of her, one earbud in, watching a silent video feed of a rival gang’s warehouse. One of her girls stood beside her, giving a report.

Then the link opened.

Isabella blinked once.

She didn’t show a smile.

But the look in her eyes shifted—sharpened.

She stood.

The girl next to her froze mid-sentence.

Isabella didn’t explain.

She reached for her coat, adjusted the silver chain around her wrist, and walked straight out the back door without hesitation.

The girl stood silently.

Didn’t dare follow.

The sisters did not need to speak to each other.

The signal had said enough.

Each one knew what to do.

And so they began.

The mansion’s aerial pad lit up.

The security drones activated.

Underground vaults unlocked.

Private weapon caches opened. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Old uniforms—unused for years—were pulled from their resting places.

Everything they needed had already been prepared in advance.

Lilith stood at the far end of the central hall, one hand resting against the pillar. She didn’t move for a long time.

Her eyes stayed focused on the entryway, watching as the red lights dimmed and shifted to green.

Clearance complete.

The first of her shadows returned from reconnaissance, kneeling silently behind her. She acknowledged them with a glance.

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