Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 410

At that moment, the onlookers who had been initially captivated by the unfolding scene recoiled from Calista's imposing presence. Her aura, charged with a formidable energy, discouraged them from coming any closer.

It's probably for the best. We should keep our distance from her. She seems dangerous.

Unbeknownst to Calista, blood had been trailing behind her. She believed she had secured the bandage tightly enough, but in truth, it was poorly applied and ineffective.

Meanwhile, Kurt, resembling a wolf on the prowl, had picked up the scent of her blood and was trailing her relentlessly.

His reputation for surviving the most dire of situations was not unfounded. Having clawed his way out, Kurt had arrived at this location, propelled by a fearless and relentless determination. This pursuit continued despite Quintus and his men hot on his heels.

Anyone who laid eyes on Kurt, his appearance marred by blood, screamed in terror, quickly retreating to safety.

Kurt's underestimation of Calista and Horatio had led to a significant defeat earlier, fueling a ferocious rage within him. Now, unleashed and more beast than man, he was resolute in his mission to capture Calista and brutally torment her in front of Kallum.

After Kurt escaped Quintus and his squad, Calista sensed a disturbing presence and glanced back. Though her vision was blurred, the tangible aura of bloodlust and malice that Kurt exuded filled the air, sending a wave of dread through her.

What do I do if Kurt catches up to me?

Calista let out a chilling chuckle, her eyes swirling with dark, chaotic energy. Her lips, slightly curved, hinted at a deep-seated malevolence.

She recalled the four who had once pursued her relentlessly back in Lostaria, now reduced to nothing but bones and dust.

Her resolve was clear—anyone who dared touch her would meet a grim fate. I'll annihilate them all!

In the dimly lit alley, Kurt's nose twitched as he distinguished the sickly sweet scent of fresh blood from the stale, rusty smell that clung to his own wounded body. It was the scent of prey.

While numerous people were searching for him, he had finally located her.

The crisp, rhythmic sound of his leather boots stepping on the bluestone echoed in the alley. Despite being soaked and wounded, Kurt's makeshift bandages held up, and he maintained the alertness of a seasoned hunter, flawless from head to toe.

Coming upon a dead end surprised him. Subconsciously, he attributed this to what Calista's foolishness. However, after witnessing the scene at the fishing yard, he couldn't maintain his biased belief from his homeland that “women lack thought” about Calista.

Knowing full well that Calista had been bleeding all the way here and was likely weakened, Kurt's muscles still tensed, and he gripped his gun firmly as he advanced step by step.

He finally discovered her in a secluded corner, seemingly vulnerable.

At that moment, Calista was seated against the wall, her head bowed, a dim light casting shadows over her face, obscuring her features from Kurt's view.