Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220 Take Their Place

Agares said those words, and right then Sylvara understood something important.

He had no idea that his mentor and the empress were the same person.

Agares also didn’t know Blake wasn’t human or what species she really was.

So, that meant Sylvara was one of the very few who actually knew the truth.

Finished

“I got it. Thanks, honey! When this military training ends, I’ll send you something delicious. Love you, muah!” Sylvara chirped, then quickly cut off the call like the device had burned her hand.

Agares stared at the optical computer. His body went stiff, and a warm flush crept up his face, turning the tips of his ears red.

Sylvara dropped the mental shield around her and called for Veyric. She jogged to catch up with him.

But far behind her, hidden in the tall grass, two figures appeared.

Aslan watched Sylvara run off before whispering, “Did you just fight her?”

Blake stood there in a fresh combat suit, one hand resting over her lower belly, the other tucked behind her back. She kept her eyes on Sylvara’s fading silhouette and answered Aslan with another question, “Do you want me to fight her?”

Aslan had been dodging Sylvara earlier, only to run straight into someone far more terrifying. He almost jumped out of his skin.

There wasn’t a scratch on Blake. In fact, her mental energy seemed smoother, as if someone had carefully combed it out. Her whole presence felt different, sharper and calmer at the same time.

“That’s not it,” Aslan said honestly. “My instincts say she’s hiding something. But she doesn’t have any mental energy, which makes her really hard to read.”

Blake pressed her lips together. Her voice turned cool. Her answer was vague. “If you feel tricky, then don’t push her. Just be her adorable senior. Your future will be bright.”

Aslan had no words.

Don’t push her?

Really? Who was the one excitedly trying to rip off her disguis?

Was it me?

No. It was you.

Within few hours, this person switched sides completely?

She really was outrageous. Doing whatever she wanted. No rules, no logic. She could set fires all she liked, but no one else was allowed to light a candle. No principles at all.

Night fully settled in.

Insects buzzed in the darkness.

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Chapter 220 Take Their Place

A few weak lights flickered in the distance.

Finished

Veyric crouched in the shadows, peeking through the scope on his rifle. He watched the figures moving around the glowing endpoint ahead. “I can’t see how many people are at the finish line,” he whispered. “But there’s no way there are only a few instructors.”

“35,” Sylvara said, crouching beside him.

Veyric lifted his head from the scope. “How do you know?”

Sylvara pointed at her own eyes. “Because I saw it with my own eyes. But this is only the finish point. It isn’t the Strategy Center.”

“The Operations Chief got taken out by someone,” Veyric muttered. “So the Strategy Center should’ve been taken out too. If it’s gone, then there’s no Strategy Center at all.”

Sylvara smacked the back of his head. “What are you thinking? Didn’t General Kenobia say over the comms that he alone got taken out? The Strategy Center is still fine!”

Veyric’s head hit his rifle, almost making it fire.

Sylvara grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. “Stop staring. We’re going head-on.”

A shiver ran down Veyric’s spine. “Head-on? They’ve got 35 people. We only have two. How are we supposed to win that?”

Sylvara grinned, showing her sharp white teeth. “If you rust me, just load 35 rounds. Then start shooting.”

Her bright smile nearly blinded him. “I trust you,” he sail, lifting his rifle.

The moment he said it, he stepped forward.

Sylvara followed behind him and released the vines. One branch split into 35 smaller vines, sliding silently toward the cluster of lights ahead.

Inside the finish-line tent, the instructors were quietly browsing Starnet. Suddenly, they felt a tickle around their ankles. Before they could react, the tickle turned into a tight pull.

Green vines wrapped around their ankles, shot out of the ground, tore through the tent, and lifted them

into the air.

The instructors gasped and reached for their weapons.

But at that exact moment, the vines yanked the tent upward, and the whole structure burst into flames.

The fire lit up the dark night.

Veyric finally saw everything clearly. He pulled the trigger and shot the suspended instructors with harmless training rounds.

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