Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 The Roar of Life

The line went dead. Stefan had no interest in saying another word. He hung up without hesitation.

Hazel’s heart dropped. Her expression shifted, dark clouds gathering and breaking across her face.

“What’s wrong, Hazel?” Roxanne and Anya both turned to her at once.

Hazel took a deep breath. “Found Evan. He’s at my house. But something’s happened at home.”

The moment she said it, everyone froze for a beat, then spoke over one another.

“Then, you’d better head back right now!”

“We’ll go with you!”

Zeke chimed in as well. He wanted to go back with Hazel for one reason above all else—to confirm whether Evan was really

there.

“But Zeke, your condition…” Hazel said, moved yet worried.

“It’s fine,” Zeke replied with a smile. “Look at me. I’m still standing, aren’t I?”

After hesitating again and again, she finally nodded. “All right. Let’s go together. I’ll even take you to meet my parents.”

A faint, inexplicable smile appeared on her face.

What none of them could have imagined was that Evan was already on the same floor.

The once-crowded ward had emptied out. Only Evan and the Iron Dragon remained.

“Ms. Drakon, do you really believe this nobody can bring someone back from the dead?”

Aria folded her arms, staring at Evan, who seemed to have nowhere to start. She shook her head. “I don’t.”

William visibly relaxed.

“But the frost poison in Sylvie’s body has been reduced by more than half. That’s an undeniable fact,” Aria went on. “I warned him already. If he fails, he dies.”

Sylvie was the most nervous of them all. Her palms were slick with sweat as she held her breath, praying silently. ‘Mr. Norwood, you have to succeed.’

“Shrapnel damage to the lungs, heart and lung failure, and blocked blood vessels,” Evan said after a careful examination. “The diagnosis is correct. The Iron Dragon is indeed clinically dead.”

He paused, then lifted his head. “But he’s not completely gone.”

The Ninefold Arcane Arts recorded that the human body was a vast, untapped treasure. Even after death, there was a briet window in which the body entered a state of suspended death.

In that window, at least in theory, revival was still possible.

“Whether this works or not depends on this one move”

For the first time, Evan’s expression turned grave.

He did not use the life draining Great Mystic Needle Instead, he gathered power in both palms, his eyes burning with focus, and struck down hard toward the Iron Dragon’s body.

A dull, thunderous blast echoed through the emergency room

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“What is he doing?” someone outside screamed.

The witnesses erupted in shrill ties.

Everyone was stunned-Sylvie included. ‘What is Mr. Norwood doing?’

“How dare he defile the Iron Dragon’s body!” William roared. “Is he even human?”

“What are you all standing around for?” Aria shouted, her eyes blazing, her voice shaking with fury. “Take him down!”

She had trusted him, and now he was desecrating the Iron Dragon’s body.

“Stop!”

“You re not allowed to insult the Iron Dragon’s remains!”

“The Iron Dragon fought his whole life, and even in death, he can’t rest? You’re an animal!”

Shouts rang out from all sides. Many of the special forces were livid, their eyes bloodshot.

Evan did not respond. He continued channeling power, striking the Iron Dragon’s body again and again.

The special forces rushed forward to seize him.

“Ugh!”

“Ah!”

The moment they touched Evan, an invisible force flung them away.

“Huh?”

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

Aria and the black-clad operatives stared at Evan in disbelief.

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