Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 Intoxicated

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The Hunting Legion followed the streak of blue light and matched Sylvara’s pace as she ran.

Soon after, the instructors and students from the First Military Academy who were pursuing them noticed the flash of blue and instantly lost sight of the entire group.

They halted and breathed hard. “Which legion are those instructors from? How can they move that fast?”

Everyone shook their heads. “No clue. Do we keep going”

“We keep going. We have to.” The First Military Academy instructor ordered, “Notify the nearby squads. Report that the commander is northwest, at the place where the thunder landed just now.”

Boom!

She had already pulled down three lightning strikes in succession.

A sharp tremor ran through Sylvara’s chest. She forced Herself faster, accelerating until Veyric and the Hunting Legion were far behind her.

Her mental energy swept out and returned with a new signal. Agares was changing positions. The original distance was short, maybe half an hour or forty-five minutes at most.

Now it had lengthened. It had stretched far enough that even her mental energy range began to thin.

Sylvara pushed harder, her figure flickering like a phantom between the trees. By three in the morning, Agares’ trace was gone completely.

She arrived at an unnerving stillness.

She stopped and braced one hand on a tree.

At once, the massive trunk that would have taken several people to circle, along with every tree within two kilometers, dried into husks. A surge of plant-type mental energy flooded straight into her body.

“Tsk tsk.”

A slick, greedy sucking sound shattered the stillness.

Sylvara’s heartbeat quickened. She lifted her hand from the bark, then used her sharp night vision to slip silently toward the source of the sound. What she found were several bowl-sized weevils fighting over a human body.

Standing in front of them was Mavena, the freshman from the Fifth Military Academy’s Plant Department who had once challenged Sylvara,

She had stripped off her combat gear. Her bare arms cicled Rheys’ neck, drawing him toward her shoulder. Her gaze was hollow with worship. “Your Highness, I am your most loyal servant. I give myself to you. Please accept me.”

Her desperate devotion sent a cold shiver down Sylvara spine.

She rubbed her arms, scanned the area with her mental energy to confirm they were alone, then deliberately stepped forward so her footfall could be heard.

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Rheys heard her and turned his head. Golden slit pupilsocked onto Sylvara, sharp and predatory. A low, rumbling sound rose from his throat.

The weevils devouring the human remains reacted to tit sound and froze. The long tendrils on their

nours clicked together, then they abandoned the half-ten corpse and lunged at Sylvara.

Smokeilem Bashed into a blade in Sylvara’s hand. In one swift motion, she sliced off several attacking

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Those tendrils were the weevils’ mouths, the parts they used to chew and feed. Severing them was like ouring off their lips, leaving them unable to eat.

It drove them into frenzy. They screeched, with claws sprouting behind the cut tendrils as they slashed blindly

Sylvara did not bother to restrain herself. Smokewillowcose and fell, and within seconds, several weevils were cleaved cleanly in two, collapsing over the body they had been devouring.

Rheys did not react, his stare fixed on her. Sylvara stepped closer, leaned a shoulder against the tree, folded her arms, and met his eyes with a playful smirk. “Sweetheart, did I ruin your dinner?”

Rheys flung Mavena aside as if she were nothing, raised his hand, and slammed his palm against the tree beside Sylvara’s head, pinning her in place. “She is wordless compared to you. You are the one I want to taste. Even ten of her cannot compare to a single bite of you.”

Sylvara’s smile was bright. “Sweetheart, if you talk like that, your devoted little follower is going to get upset.”

“Who would…*

“Your Highness!” Mavena who had her chest bare hit the ground and crawled toward him on her hands and knees, clutching at his leg. She nuzzled against him like an animal, cutting off his words. “Your Highness, please accept your most faithful servant. I offer everything to you.”

Sylvara lifted a brow and nodded toward Rheys, her tone light and amused. “See, your most loyal follower is losing it. Honestly, sweetheart, your taste is not bad. She is the Plant Department chief from the Fifth Military Academy, mental energy at least Level 3.”

Rheys raised his foot and kicked Mavena hard in the chest. He licked his lips, his wild, feverish gaze locked on Sylvara. “No, cutie. I can strip her abilities and make her an ordinary person. Or I can kill her and feed on her. But I cannot bring myself to let you die.

“Beturn with me. To the Swarmborn. Be my princess consort. Will you?”

Sylvara curled her hand behind his neck and pulled him closer. “Be your princess consort or be your meal?”

His golden pupils gleamed with excitement. He inhaled leeply, like a fanatic tasting a forbidden drug, then exhaled with intoxicated hunger. “Either is fine. Whatever you choose. I simply want you near me. You do not understand. Being close to you, even without biting makes me feel intoxicated. Come back with me. I will not eat you. At most, one bite each month?

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