INICIAR SESIÓNAndrew was stunned. Had he and Shiloh really stayed underwater from one night until the next? … An entire day had passed. Andrew stepped out of the lake and oriented himself, planning to head back immediately. He had been gone too long, and Sheena and the others were probably worried sick by now. But just then, faint voices drifted to his ears. "Search everywhere. Leave no corner unchecked." "Mr. Topsfield Senior, we've already combed the entire area. There's no sign of her." "The only place left is down below, but with how dangerous the Sword Pool is, we didn't dare go in." "Then she either drowned in the pool or escaped somewhere else." A colder voice cut through the others. "Enough. Everyone, fall back. I don't want any more chaos here. I'll handle the rest myself." Andrew froze just as he was about to slip into the trees. He noticed that the voices came from the other side of the hill. Ever since the Blood Pith's energy had fused with his own, his senses had
Shiloh tasted the metallic taste in her mouth as she slowly loosened her jaw. She said coldly, "Let me go." Andrew shook his head. "No." Shiloh gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "You don't seriously think you've won, do you? Andrew, once my energy recovers, killing you won't be hard at all." Andrew sighed and finally released her. "Then tell me, what will it take for you to let this go? I really am sorry about what happened." He had no excuse left. Somehow, without realizing it, he had forced himself on her, and the thought alone made him feel both sick and absurd. Back then, when Shiloh's memories were incomplete, she would often speak and act like a mischievous child. He had never once thought of her that way. But now, she was different. She was colder, darker, and strikingly beautiful. She had become like a goddess of the night, mysterious and untouchable. Still, he never intended to claim her. This whole mess felt like a cruel twist of fate. Shiloh bit down on her lip
Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, Andrew snorted coldly. He slapped the ground, using the momentum to leap upward. Enraged, Shiloh adjusted her grip and tried to swing the massive sword upward in a low arc aimed at Andrew's legs. However, the greatsword in her hand suddenly emitted a deafening hum, as if it were resisting and refusing her command. The next moment, Shiloh cried out in pain as the sword was violently thrown from her grasp and clattered to the floor. Both Andrew and she were stunned by this sudden turn of events. Shiloh looked at her palms, which were now covered in scorch marks; the sword had burned her. "There's something strange about this sword!" Andrew exclaimed in disbelief. Shiloh looked at the greatsword on the ground, her eyes now filled with wariness as well. Andrew stepped around the sword and grabbed her slender wrist. "Let go!" Shiloh tried to pull her hand back, her voice icy. Ignoring her protest, Andrew said calmly, "Le
Shiloh clenched her fists and opened her eyes, looking at the sleeping Andrew. A cold glint flashed briefly in her gaze. She wanted to rush over and strangle him to protect her honor. Yet as soon as she moved, a wave of intense soreness washed over her. This kind of exhaustion was something she had not felt in a long time. Even after being hunted by the entire martial world of the Eastern Regions and fighting for three days and nights without rest, she had never felt this drained. She glanced around, hoping to find something to cover herself with. However, there was nothing except torn scraps of fabric. 'That bastard!' Shiloh cursed him angrily in her heart. Against her will, memories of what happened earlier flooded back. Her flawless face instantly flushed a deep red, and the blush spread down to her neck. Just the thought of that powerless feeling, as if she were at the mercy of a storm, made her bow her head in shame. "Don't think about it. Don't think about anything. On
Andrew let out two beast-like, heavy gasps. His consciousness hovered in a semi-comatose state, leaving his body entirely governed by its most primal instincts, meaning he had no idea what he was doing. While he might have been unaware, Shiloh, pinned beneath him, felt everything with terrifying clarity. She could not believe she was actually being intimate with Andrew, and it was already reaching its final stage. The man on top of her was like a wild animal, engaged in the unspeakable act. Her black dress was torn, clearly revealing the bloody scratches on her fair arms, thighs, and shoulders, leaving no doubt about what she had just endured. That overwhelming force made Shiloh, despite being a martial emperor, feel as if she might be torn apart at any second. "Bastard!" she gritted through her teeth, tears streaking from her eyes. She threw a palm strike straight at Andrew's forehead. Yet, Andrew's reaction was unnaturally fast. He continued pounding her, but his hands cau
Shiloh screamed from beneath the water, but Andrew could no longer hear her. An indescribable burning heat and violent impulse surged wildly from his energy core. He grimaced helplessly. Of all times, why now? Wounded and drained, he could no longer suppress the raging energy that belonged to the Blood Pith within him. He cursed silently, 'Sheesh! When it rains, it pours.' Not only was his body badly injured, but the Blood Pith's power inside his energy core had started to spiral out of control again. "Get out of here. Stop worrying about me," he gasped. Using the last shred of his strength and the final traces of clarity in his mind, Andrew pushed against her body, shoving her upward toward the surface. Meanwhile, he allowed the chaotic currents to drag him toward the iron sword. Through the churning water, Shiloh's eyes burned red without her realizing. "Andrew!" she screamed, her voice cracking as it echoed underwater. Gritting her teeth, she swam back toward him







