True Alpha's Chosen Mate-Chapter 273: Final Act I: The revival of history II

"It seemed what Azazel did to you, mincing your bones, helped your bones heal and fix the problem," Deimos guessed, as that was the only plausible explanation for his daughter’s situation.

Sally’s bones were shattered, after all. So her regeneration ability probably mistook it and repaired it to match her age. No wonder she was in so much pain as healing and growing that strained her body was too much to handle.

"What the..." before Sally could complete her sentence, she turned her head in Priscilla’s direction. She frowned, seeing Priscilla’s wolf form was drooling like a mad wolf.

Grr...

"Father, I don’t know what happened to your leg, but let me handle her." She remarked without taking her eyes off of Priscilla. "For some reason, my body is itching to fight, and I keep hearing Brother Hugo in my head. I don’t like it."

"Hugo?"

Sally shot her father, the emperor, a look. "Yes. Brother Hugo. He sounds like he is calling for me, but my body... for some reason, feels like it wants to follow his orders. But at the same time, I can’t," she explained in simple words.

However, deep in her heart, her explanation didn’t make sense. It was hard to describe it. The sound of Hugo’s voice, or rather, his spirit, was commanding her. It sounded faint and she could barely make up the words that were going through her head.

Whatever it was, Sally was certain it was not good. Her gut feeling was certain it wasn’t safe. Also, studying Priscilla’s current state of mind, she couldn’t help but connect it to the same situation.

"I think Brother Hugo had some sort of involvement in this situation and I need to blow off some steam. Or else..." Sally cast Deimos a look and smiled wearily. "... I don’t think I can forgive myself if I hurt anyone."

"Sally."

Sally set her eyes back at Priscilla, who was standing on her four feet. "I’m certain Priscilla will feel the same if she figured out that she attacked you once she regain her consciousness." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She cast her father a reassuring smile and nodded encouragingly. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before Deimos let out a deep exhale.

"If that — " he halted, covering his ear at the sudden ringing sound that struck his ear.

"Father!" called Sally in panic, holding his arms, observing how her father wince in pain. "Father, are you alright?"

Grrr...

Sally ground her teeth as she heard Priscilla’s low snarl. She glanced at her sister before setting her shaking eyes back on Deimos.

"Don’t worry about me," he said, waving weakly so she wouldn’t get worried about him. "Just do what you think you must."

"But --"

"Sally." Sally turned around and saw Garrett approaching. "I can. No, I will help His Majesty to safety. Please stop Princess Cilla from going berserk."

Garrett’s jaw tightened as he held Deimos’ arms to keep him from falling. He just returned after making sure that everyone fled the palace. The moment he came back, this situation welcomed him. But instead of offering Sally to take down Priscilla, he changed his mind for the obvious reason he felt like Sally needed to fight.

It was just a gut feeling — a strong gut feeling that gave his heart restlessness.

"Gosh..." Sally ground her teeth and forced herself to look away from her father to Priscilla. Her hands balled into a tight fist, steeling her heart to do her duties first, before worrying about others.

This situation wasn’t giving them a minute to worry about others. With something evil in their heads, they had to do everything they could to keep their will and consciousness intact.

With that being said, Garrett assisted Deimos away while Sally roared at Priscilla, thinking she could force her sister to submit through willpower.

It wasn’t effective.

"Priscilla..." Sally muttered with a shaking voice, trying to contain the building anger in her heart. "... don’t get angry at me when you have a taste of what tough love is."

In a blink of an eye, Sally’s body was covered with almost white fur but didn’t morph completely. And after a snap of a finger, both she and Priscilla sprung forth, meeting in the middle.

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Meanwhile, Deimos was panting for air. His arm was draped across Garrett’s shoulder, heading to where everyone was. His head was throbbing painfully as if someone was literally hammering a nail into his temple.

"Garrett," came out a deep, panting voice. "Take me somewhere else."

"What?" Garret’s brows furrowed as he cast his father-in-law, and also the sovereign of Ronmin, a puzzled look.

"Not good," Deimos muttered in between his ragged breathing. "I think... I think I understand what Sally was saying."

"Your Majesty, what are you saying?"

"Hugo." The emperor’s eyes darkened as his complexion grew ashen. Buckets of sweat slowly formed on his forehead and back, his heart hammering against his ribcage as if it wanted to break free.

"Hugo... my son... no." He swallowed the building tension in his throat. "The wolf... devoured the child of evil."

"What...?"

"I don’t know what happened or how it happened, but my instinct was sure of that." Deimos shot a look at Garrett, squeezing the latter’s shoulder as a glint of desperation flickered across his eyes. "He won’t stop there."

He paused once again to catch up to his breathing. "Rinnie... he would devour the lamb to enter the empyrean realm."

The sense of dread that came right after Deimos uttered those words was enough for the sliver of hope to vanish from the emperor’s heart. He didn’t want to admit it as well, but he couldn’t deny it.

The wolf always had the ability to devour more powers than his own. He had an insatiable thirst for power. Why Hugo did it or what forced him to resort to such means, or if he was tricked, didn’t matter.

What mattered now was that Hugo and the child of evil merged.

Who was dominant between the two?

No one knew, but surely, they entered the darkest phase of this endless night.